Chinese Incursion in Eastern Ladakh, Didn't Go As Planned

HistBuff

The following story is a work of fiction, and as such, none of the events in it actually happened. The author doesn’t condone rape or any other forms of violence. This story is meant for adults who understand the difference between fiction and reality.

Note: This first chapter is just for laying the premises and meeting the main characters.

Temperature Warning: Chinese girls are VERY hot!

Spice Warning: Indian Men leave a very lasting taste.

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Captain Bhavin Chopra was on a leave and went to London. One night, near Trafalgar square, he heard distress screams coming from some back alley. He was on his way to meet some friends, but he was alone at that precise time. Undeterred, he went to see what was the matter, all his senses on high alert. What he found was a scene that immensely angered him.

Three men, all of them tall and large with brown skin, and speaking Punjabi, were keeping a British teenage girl against the brick wall and groping her while ignoring her pleas. The poor girl looked very young. She was bitterly crying, sobbing. One of the Pakistani men presently grabbed the girl’s shirt and ripped it open, exposing her bra amid the gaping opening of her torn shirt and her open coat, causing her to scream as another man punched her and ordered her to keep quiet and submit to Allah’s will.

The men became aware of Bhavin’s presence when he was upon them! Bhavin grabbed the first Pakistani thug and lifted him off the ground before ramming him face first directly into a brick wall; the man fell with a thud and much blood flowed out of his head, soon amid a pool of dark blood where he lay motionless.

While the third man kept his hold on the sobbing girl, the second man pulled out a knife, but Bhavin kicked him on the shin, making the Muslim thug scream with pain. Bhavin then seized his knife-holding wrist and twisted and snapped his arm broken, before smashing his head against the brick wall to silence the piece of shit.

The third and last piece of shit let go of the girl and tried to flee, but the dead-end where he and his friends had cornered the London girl became a deadly trap for the panicking Pakistani, who realized he had to go past that Hindu, who stood a good six feet-two tall and looked even taller as he wore his turban. Bhavin hated Pakistani and hated Muslims; he knew all too well what they were capable of.

The Pakistani rushed and tried to pass to Bhavin’s right side; he ran like a rugby player going for the goal line, doing something very British perhaps for the first time in his life, but the Hindu caught him with the strength of a Minotaur; Bhavin trained with heavy sticks every day; his hands and wrists were extremely strong.

The Pakistani was caught, grabbed and lifted off his feet, and his world became one with Allah as his skull cracked upon colliding with the brick wall. English red brick was very solid indeed and had stood the test of time.

Bhavin told the shaken girl it was all right now. He made her laugh a bit by asking where Baker street was for he had always wanted to meet Sherlock Holmes. He took the taxi with her, paid the fare and saw her home safely. Her parents invited him for a late supper and were glad to have him. British hospitality is there for the virtuous.

Next day in the journal, it was reported that two honest citizens of Pakistani background were found dead near Trafalgar Square, brutally murdered, and the third man was hospitalized in critical condition. Mayor Khan was outraged! Islamophobia was everywhere! Islam was a religion of peace. A couple of woke journalists were even more outraged and wrote that these killings were the work of far-right activists. Most Londoners had no sympathy for the Pakistani victims; to them, whoever did that was a hero.

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Ladakh Region, near Leh.

Captain Bhavin Chopra is back from his leave.

“How was London? Did you meet interesting people?”

“I didn’t meet Sherlock Holmes, Colonel Sir, but I did see very interesting people and had a wonderful time with Britons. They’re brave fellows who deserve a better government.”

“None braver than you and your company. We’re going to need you, Captain. The Chinese Army is making another incursion in the region. We need to teach them a lesson they won’t forget.”

“Count me and my boys in, Colonel!”

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Xue (pronounced Shweh) was already a Major in China’s People’s Liberation Army (PLA) at only 26 years old. She was the second-in-command and political commissar of a Battalion stationed at the border with India near the Ladakh Region, Kashmir. Being from a rich family with close ties to high officials in the Party had greatly sped up her rate of promotion. Xue had sucked the dicks of the right men. She was now proudly wearing her uniform, ready to inspect her battalion.

They were going on a patriotic mission, an incursion in Kashmir to send a clear message to India and Pakistan; you don’t mess with the PLA!

She found the battalion lined up for inspection and walked close to the male Lt. Colonel in command of the unit. She saw Captain Wu Zhong standing at attention in front of her company. All in all, the battalion had 322 soldiers at the moment, in five companies of three platoons each. There were 24 female soldiers and officers among them, showing a clear tendency to americanize the PLA in a process that’s been going on for three decades now.

After the parade, Xue spent time with her friend Zhong. Both women had met at the military academy, although Zhong gratuated two years earlier and was 28 years old now and a Captain. The two friends were chilling in the officer’s mess and drinking suanmeitang (a plum-flavoured carbonated drink).

Zhong watched her friend as they drank. Xue’s dainty mouth greatly appealed to her, and so did the rest of her. Zhong was bisexual with a leaning toward women. She never missed an opportunity to sound heterosexual when she was in public.

“If we capture some handsome Indian men during that incursion, can we play a little with them? I’ve never tasted Indian cocks.”

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! I’ll speak to the Colonel about this. I’m sure that can be arranged. The old creep will say yes, under the condition he can watch.”

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! You haven’t changed, Major, except for your quick promotions, but you’re still the same naughty Xue I met eight years ago. Well, there’s an old proverb saying that in Ladakh, everything you wish for will come true.”

L-R. = Privates Ding Fang (19 yo), Chong Mei (18) and Luo Qiao (19)* Luo Qiao is a private 1st class; the picture isn’t all that clear, but I’ll give her that pay raise. Maybe this means she has the tightest pussy? We need to fuck all three to ascertain this. And let’s say all three are virgin.

TO BE CONTINUED

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The Galwan River. Beautiful and wild. It flows from the disputed Aksai Chin area administered by China to the Union Territory of Ladakh, India. It originates near the caravan campsite Samzungling on the eastern side of the Karakoram range and flows west to join the Shyok River. Shyok River itself is a tributary of the Indus River, making Galwan a part of the Indus River system.

The narrow valley of the Galwan River as it flows through the Karakoram mountains has been a flashpoint between China and India in their border dispute. In 1962, a forward post set up by India in the upper reaches of the Galwan Valley caused an “apogee of tension” between the two countries. China attacked and eliminated the post in the 1962 war, reaching its 1960 claim line. In 2020, China attempted to advance further in the Galwan Valley, leading to a spike of high tension.

On 21 May 2020, the Indian Express reported that Chinese troops had entered the Indian territory in the Galwan River valley and objected to the road construction by India within the (undisputed) Indian territory. On 24 May, another report said that the Chinese soldiers invaded India at three different places: Hot Springs, Patrol Point 14, and Patrol Point 15.

At each of these places, around 800–1,000 Chinese soldiers reportedly crossed the LAC and settled at a place about 2–3 km (1–2 mi) from the border, pitching tents and deploying heavy vehicles and monitoring equipment. The report added that India also deployed troops in the area and stationed them 300–500 metres (984–1,640 ft) from the Chinese troops.

As she observed some Indian troops through her binoculars, Major Wang Xue noticed their tall build, the fierceness in their eyes, their Hindu beards, the sternness of their features, the warlike confidence in their strides. It was clear that she was observing elite soldiers. Something deep inside her felt the urge of just walking over there and allowing herself to be captured, knowing instinctively that she’d be gang-raped. Xue was very very wet as she thought about those proud Indians grabbing her and ripping off her uniform…

Being a well-disciplined officer, Xue kept her composure, although Private Zhào Chun was nearby and did perceive Xue’s deep breathing; and the Private sensed she wasn’t alone to feel aroused from being in enemy territory.

That night, Chun masturbated very intensely about being taken captive and gang-fucked by no less than ten Hindus, all bearded with broad shoulders and a big cock, each of them raping her while keeping their turban. Xue also had a very heated solo session to a very similar fantasy; she bit her pillow hard as she climaxed to avoid being heard by the Colonel in the next tent, or waking up Zhong who shared her tent.

On 27 May 2020, the Chinese Ambassador to India as well as a Chinese Foreign Ministry spokesman stated that the overall situation was stable. However, news reports continued stating that thousands of Chinese soldiers were moving into the disputed regions in Ladakh.

As the days went on, the situation didn’t change much. The tension was everywhere. All could sense the upcoming clash. Xue would always observe the enemy from 1,500 feet and get very wet. How could she be having such depraved fantasies when her country relied on her?

The Colonel sounded disappointed when he remarked that no female soldiers were to be seen on the Indian side. Indeed, as of 2020, women in India were not allowed to serve in combat units such as Infantry. China was more progressive. Communism is always more progressive. Xue, Zhong and Chun all agreed that Communism would ultimately prevail over decaying Capitalism of lousy countries such as India.

“We’ll kick their ass!” Chun said.

“Hmm, well, I guess so, I mean, yes of course!” Zhong replied. Xue immediately went to Zhong’s rescue…

“What the Captain means is that we must never underestimate the enemy!” Xue added. “Those soldiers are real men!”

“I know!” said Chun, who promptly took her leave and went to her tent, where she found herself alone.

“Yes they are!” Zhong replied, and she suddenly forgot something and had to go fetch it in the tent she shared with Xue.

On 15 June, Xue was second-in-command to Lt. Colonel Wu Chen when he led his 320-strong unit around Patrolling Point 14, through narrow trails bordering a steep cliff overlooking the fast-flowing Galwan River. It was a dangerous place.

They met a strong force, battalion sized, of Indian soldiers and a standoff took place, where both sides stared at each other, each trying to scare off the opposing force.

Xue was scared out of her wits as she stood maybe only 20 yards from a group of tall, black-bearded infantrymen who stared at her with piercing gazes. She wore her field uniform, her helmet and combat gear, but she felt naked in front of them. Someone else, an altered version of Xue, seemed to speak in her place when she kept ordering her subordinates to keep calm, while juices flooded her pussy deep under her combat uniform.

Captain Wu Zhong felt very much the same way. Private Zhào Chun was shaking in her boots and sweating profusely. What a rush! She felt strong and as nimble as a cat, yet those Indians facing her… They looked so strong!

Captain Bhavin Chopra noticed something strange among the opposing Chinese battalion. There were women over there!

“औरतें / auratẽ!” he exclaimed in Hindi. Ladies! Those bastards have lady-soldiers in their ranks! How brazen! And they took them along with them across the border! They were so cocksure of themselves!

Other men and officers noticed that some Chinese soldiers were a bit wider in their hips and stood shorter with softer features on their faces. “औरतें / auratẽ!” “औरतें / auratẽ!” The word circulated like a wind of lust through the Indian ranks. The Indian Colonel himself started feeling a bit horny as he ordered his men to keep their cool with a stentorian voice.

When they took a closer look and noticed Xue’s rank insignia on her collar (the two lines and the star) and realized she was a Major, the Indians in Bhavin’s elite company were shocked. The Chinese had female officers in combat units!

“Give us your women and we’ll let you go unscathed, little men!” a Lieutenant shouted, near Bhavin, who scolded him sternly, but his voice got lost a the sudden tumult as many men took his hint…

“Yes! We want Chinese women!”

“Chinese butt! We’ll strip them and touch their butt!!!”

“Lets go get their women!”

“Yes, yes, we fuck their women! Fuck their women!”

“Let’s see what they look like without their uniform!”

“Let’s go and fuck their pussy!”

“Yes! Yes! We fuck! We fuck!”

And so on… It was a big storm of lewd words in Hindi. The Chinese men who heard and understood experienced a shameful hard-on at the thought of their female companions ending up as sexual entertainment for Indian troops. None of the Chinese lady soldiers understood Hindi. Xue and Zhong both spoke fluent English, but English wasn’t useful in this particular context.

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“They’re attacking! They’re attacking!” Zhong cried out in alarm.

“Push them back!!!” Xue ordered at the top of her voice, but her command was drowned in the wild tsunami as the Hindu soliders charged directly in a deafening roar where Xue heard clearly as a few Indian soldiers shouted, “we wanna fuck!” in Mandarin Chinese, all this in the roaring frenzy of the upcoming clash.

Xue was suddenly lost amid a mass of screams, rage and violence as she and her fellow soldiers tried to use their batons, clubs and iron rods, but the melee was so thick and confused that it was almost impossible to strike any meaningful blow.

Xue had no idea where she was in that storm of confusion. She got hit on the thigh, she hit back directly on a tall man’s helmet and her legs turned to water as she realized she had only succeeded in angering the man, who wore the insignia of a Captain on his combat uniform. He grabbed her collar and headbutted her repeatedly, her helmet absorbing the impacts, but the repeated blows severely strained her neck while the man, twice her size, shook her like a rag doll. He would have made short work of her if they weren’t both surrounded by many others from both sides who pushed, shoved and tried to land blows with batons, clubs and rods or simply punches and elbows. Kicks to the legs proved more effective.

While soldiers carry firearms, due to decades of tradition designed to reduce the possibility of an escalation, agreements disallowed usage of firearms, and this was why the fighting was done with blunt weapons, kicks, punches and wrestling.

The clash lasted hours! Xue was depleted, exhausted.

There was not much power left in her well-trained limbs.

She heard some shrieks now and then. At one point, she witnessed a tragedy where two Chinese infantrymen were pushed down the edge and fell down the cliff and into the storming river some thirty yards lower. She then knew that some of her comrades would only return home inside a coffin.

Then, that same bearded man, that Captain, grabbed her and punched her directly on the right side of her belly, and the impact turned her legs to jelly and she collapsed as her liver was hit and she was unable to breathe, but the large man held her and kept her standing.

Someone hit him on the helmet, but the blow didn’t have much power and glanced off. Xue confusely saw that it was Zhong who tried to help her, but two Indian soldiers tackled Zhong and seized her legs, and she fell down with a scream and began to panic as a great many men converged on both female officers.

The enemy Captain managed to remove Xue’s helmet. Xue’s raven hair cascaded down on her shoulders and onto her upper back as she lapsed into a state close to unconsciousness, although her enemies grabbed her and kept her on her feet. Everything around her was a kaleidoscope of chaos, all screams, movements, sweat, adrenaline and fury, all pushes, pulls, shoves, swearing in Mandarin, in Hindi, and half-stopped blows, and the same word in Hindi, “aurat!” “aurat!” The men around her kept repeating it. She started sensing the enemy’s behaviour was shifting. Someone groped her butt. “Aurat! Aurat!” “Whou-ou-ou-ou-ouu!!!” Someone cupped her right breast through her combat outfit. Xue was shocked, and wet.

She was being groped! Juices flowed her sex as she lapsed into over-exhaustion and also realized she was shivering with cold. How did she last so long under such harsh conditions? She had been fighting for hours at 13,000 feet above sea level! She felt proud of her physical feat as she fell unconscious, stricken by the same sort of exhaustion as a runnin at the end of an epic marathon. The last thing Xue remembered seeing was a name patch on that enemy Captain, whose name was “CHOPRA”.

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When Xue came to, it was all dark under a starry sky. She was being carried off by two men, one holding her armpits while the other one held her ankles. Her hands were tied up behind her as well as her ankles. Indian soldiers, all of them. She had been captured!

She heard a familiar voice, not very far from her… Zhong! “Let me go! Let me go! I’m a Captain! The Geneva Conventions say I’m entitled to proper treatment! This is unacceptable! I’ll complain to the embassy! Let me go! You’ll regret this! Let me go!!!”

They clearly didn’t understand Chinese, or they didn’t care. The men laughed and jeered at their prisoners.

Xue then heard other female voices. She reconned that no less than two or three other female soldiers shared her fate and Zhong’s. A nearby soldier directly touched the rank pad on her collar and laughed.

She suddenly realized her bladder was full and she needed to pee. She said so to the man who had just touched her collar and violated her rank insignia. The man kept laughing at her and said many things in Hindi. Other men laughed and jeered at her.

Out of sheer pride, Xue held on. She wasn’t going to pee herself inside her uniform! That uniform represented China and the People’s Liberation Army. Wearing it made her feel empowered, although in a very limited scale due to her predicament. Her urge to pee caused her to writhe and wriggle like a woman trying to imitate a snake. It stirred much laughter from the men.

A Chinese soldier, a male, said something in Hindi, and the men suddenly understood. They made a halt and quickly untied Xue’s ankles and wrists. Xue noticed they were walking down a winding trail that went downhill into a thickening forest, but she couldn’t see more through the night’s satin veil. The air was chilly.

That same Captain who had fought her head to head now stood in front of her while two Indian soldiers restrained her on either side. He pointed at a place near bushes. A young Lieutenant with a handsome face under his beard translated his words… “Go there and take a pee. You must face away and remain visible. Don’t try to flee. We’ll shoot you!”

Xue wanted to hesitate, but her bladder was about to explode and force her to flood her trousers. She went directly to the said spot, barely able to walk. Her wardens helped her.

Once there, she saw Zhong and Chun. She quickly undid and lowered her trousers along with her panties, then squatted down and felt the blissful relief as she freed her bladder, at last, but humiliation stung hard as she realized that all those Indian men were seeing her butt in its full naked glory. The night’s chill air also hit her exposed skin with an unforgiving kiss of cold. The ghastly wind of change in her life. A change of fortune for the worse.

Zhong and Chun were in the same squatting position and peeing as well, their butts added to Xue’s to give their captors a wonderful show of Mandarin bottoms as the Indian troops began to whistle and catcall and jeer. The Indians had flashlights and put them to good use; they saw enough Chinese flesh to get a solid overview of pale copper or pale bronze hue, all lighted up by those flashlights ironically made in China; Bhavin himself and many others, including the Chinese prisoners, experienced an erection that offered a great sense of comfort after the high-adrenaline clash. The men wanted a good fuck! Xue could feel it right down her core.

Xue was proud of her pale skin and also proud of her feminine shapes. But she was slender, and she had noticed that Zhong had a somewhat fuller butt than hers. And Private Zhào Chun was very young, perhaps as young as 18, and even though Chun was just as slender as her, Chun’s skin had a warmer tone of fair copper that no doubt gave her a very hot and juicy booty for those men who kept catcalling and whistling.

In short, Xue felt humiliated, but was also concerned about not being the most attractive girl in the trio she was now part of as she finished peeing on Indian soil.

There was much unrest among the enemy. Xue noticed several male prisoners, her subordinates, and she saw some of them wearing a grin; she realized with a heavy sense of mortification that these Chinese privates and sergeants had just enjoyed a full-on view of their Major’s buttocks! To her, this felt even worse than Indian gazes. So humiliating! How dare they?!

The Captain whose name she remembered as being “Chopra” barked orders in Hindi, and the men reluctantly calmed down. They quickly tied up her wrists and ankles again, and did likewise to her fellow captive girls.

Once again, Xue was carried off and held at her ankles and under her armits, like a piece of fresh meat, and obviously led to their base camp. She hoped that the humiliations wouldn’t get worse, but something within her told her this was just the very beginning. At least, she wasn’t alone in her bad spot. She thought about the prospects of negotiations and prisoners exchange and realized with great concern that she could expect to remain a prisoner in India for at least three or four days. And a lot of things can happen over three or four days.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Xue heard a sudden storm of catcalls. A great profusion of lewd words in Hindi flew toward her and all her female companions of misfortune. And all those gazes on her!

She didn’t have to look around to know she was being carried into the enemy camp. Men were lined up under bright camp lights—they had clearly put some extra lights on as word had got around that female Chinese soldiers had fallen into their hands. Xue felt their burning gazes go straight through her Major’s uniform, through her field boots as they took note of her small feet echoing her feminine hands, and she could tell there was no way she was going to go through the night unscathed. Something was going to happen that was unavoidable.

A truck sporting khaki camouflage patterns rolled in, throwing some dust as it bobbed slowly on, looking greyish through the night, but then it got suddenly brightened by those camp lights. It stopped and no less than twelve soldiers jumped off and joined the small crowd of enlisted Indian men, each of whom quickly spotted the soldiers with curvier buttocks under those pretentious PLA field uniforms worn by the prisoners.

“Vaahavaah! vaahavaah! vaahavaah! vaahavaah!!!! औरतें / aur’tẽ! aur’tẽ! aur’tẽ! (auratẽ = ladies!) (vaahavaah! = Wow wow!)”

“महिलाएँ! महिलाएँ! यहाँ महिलाएँ!” (mahilāẽ! mahilāẽ! = women! women! / yahaan mahilāẽ! = ladies here!)

“वाहवाह! यहाँ महिलाएँ! वाहवाह! वाहवाह! वाहवाह! वाहवाह!” (vaahavaah! yahaan mahilāẽ! Vaahavaah! vaahavaah! vaahavaah!”

The catcalls were deafening! They hit Xue’s ears like a strong exotic liquor. Those men were extremely excited about her and the other women in her group, clearly and she was probably underestimating this.

All she saw were Indian men, and it figured, as there were no women in Indian combat units.

As the two men carrying her by the wrists and ankles stopped, Xue saw those rows of men. At least several dozens of them! Most of them were tall and strong with thick jet-black beards and their religion’s turban. Some of them looked overweight and positively ugly; they were the ones that got Xue the most aroused as she imagined being taken by such ugly Indian men.

The officer she knew as Captain Chopra gave loud orders in Hindi. He pointed at a spot on the ground where she was dropped with some semblance of care, just enough not to hurt her.

Xue deduced that they didn’t want her bum to get bruises so it would show as soft and pristine as possible—this meant they were going to strip her… Xue went very aroused and filled with shame and horror all at once. Her panties were wet under her official field PLA uniform.

She was unmarried, and this would be very very bad to show herself naked in front of men! A proper Chinese woman ought to only be naked once she was married and only in front of her husband. Xue knew this since she was a little girl. She dreaded that those men had phones to film her with, so her shame would become viral.

The jeering and catcalls in Hindi kept raining as a tumult of obscenity on the Chinese prisoners as the other females in Xue’s group were similarly laid down where all saw their distressed faces in various subtle shades of pale copper or delicate bronze that looked almond white. The Indian soldiers were already tasting the almond splendour of their skin only by looking at their face and hands.

Other than Captain Wu Zhong, Xue saw privates Ding Fang, Chong Mei and Luo Qiao, and there was also Private Zhào Chun. Xue prided herself for knowing all the names of each and every soldier in her battalion. She also knew that all these she-privates were 18 or 19 years old, except perhaps Zhào Chun who was maybe 20, Xue wasn’t sure, but she did notice how hard Zhào Chun was breathing, and she knew she wasn’t the only one to be wet down there.

Captain Chopra was now pointing to the opposite end of the open space, and all the male prisoners were ordered—in English—to kneel down in one single row and remain silent. Soldiers quickly made sure the male prisoners all had their hands tied up behind them.

There were about three dozen men in that group. This wasn’t a lot given there were six women among the prisoners, including Xue herself. Xue understood what this meant—the Indians had been especially zealous to capture the women. She knew why and this made her even more soaking wet then she already was—she was going to get gang-raped by Indians in front of her own soldiers!

Xue was terrified by the shame she felt, no matter how much she tried to keep her composure. At 26 years old, she was still a virgin and felt extremely curious to know what it would feel like to lie down under a man, hopefully a strong man who would utterly dominate her, and that tall and broad-shouldered Captain seemed the right man to do this in spades! What a shame to become such a slut!

Captain Chopra walked straight at her.

Xue half-yelped, half-moaned as her arm was grabbed, and with one hand, the enemy Captain pulled her by the sleeve and made her stand up beside him. His size and strength shook her right down to her core and took away all fight left in her—Xue knew she wasn’t going to resist him. The top of her head barely reached his chin—Xue outranked him as a Major, but she felt naked and vulnerable in front of him.

“What is your name and rank, slut?” Chopra asked her in English, very loud for all to hear.

“M… Major… M, major Wang Xue,” she replied in English as well.

“Louder! We want to hear you, slut!”

“MAJOR! I AM MAJOR WANG XUE!!!”

“Well, listen, Major Slut, you order those she-soldiers here to stand up in front of us and remove their clothes! Come on, tell them! We don’t have all night!”

Xue gave the order. Private 1st class Luo Qiao, the daintiest of her girls, rose to a crouching position, then hesitated, looking at the jeering Indian soldiers with great alarm and receiving a storm of catcalls and gazes. Luo Qiao was so petite! She looked more like some high school girl disguised as a soldier than the highly trained private she actually was.

None of the other girls moved. They shook their head. Captain Zhong was paralyzed and looked at her captors as if she was trying to make them disappear by rounding her eyes as wide as possible.

“Tell them to get up and remove their uniforms! Or else we take two of your male soldiers and we shoot them through the head!” Chopra barked.

Xue repeated her order.

This time, Luo Qiao got up, but she made no movement toward the zipper of her camouflage jacket. The other girls all remained sitting.

Angry, the Indian Captain gave a short order. Two Chinese men were picked from their line-up and made to kneel, each with a Sergeant behind him. Both Indian Sergeants pulled out a 9-mm pistol and the ominous shlick-shlick was heard as they each chambered a bullet.

The Chinese men began to sob on their knees.

Then, the enemy Sergeants pointed their pistols at the prisoners’ head and Captain Chopra ordered once again Xue to instruct her girls to kindly stand up and strip, or else…

But none of the girls moved. Only Luo Qiao put a hesitating pair of dainty hands to her jacket zipper and began to lower it, but she stopped and began to sob and call Xue’s name, crying like a little girl getting spanked.

The kneeling men were sobbing and shaken in a last-minute trance. One of them was peeing his trousers. The other male prisoners all looked at the girls with disbelief and growing anger! Why was it that they wouldn’t take off their clothes and show themselves naked to save their comrades? Didn’t the Party tell them that the individual meant nothing against the whole group?

All became suddenly aware that the Indian Captain had an assault rifle in his hands and he was putting a blade at its end—a bayonet.

“Now, ladies, you’re starting to really piss me off! Now you, Major Slut! Tell your girls that if they aren’t on their feet and taking off their uniforms in ten seconds, my men will do it for them, and then I will shove this blade right up their lovely little asses! One by one and with purpose!”

Captain repeated his orders to make sure the slut-in-charge understood. His massive forearms gave no doubt as to the force that would be applied to that bayonet if he so wished to carry out his threat of bladed sodomy.

When Xue translated in Chinese, all the girls shrieked, including Zhong, and they all suddenly found the energy to rise to their feet!

Soon enough, the pleasant sound of zippers were heard amid the now-silent circle of men—and the jackets started coming off those lovely little female shoulders.

All the girls wore a regulation khaki tank-top under their camouflage field jackets, and those tank-tops were all they had to cover their training bras.

Chopra gestured angrily at them. The silent command was clear enough.

Luo Qiao was the first to remove and show her bra, which plainly showed she had small and perky tits that rode high on a chest that was just as petite as the rest of her. The small girliness of her raised arms with her tiny hands was met with many catcalls and “Vaahavaah! vaahavaah!” from bearded Hindis as she reluctantly discarded her tank-top and hid her bra with her arms, and sobbed like a teen girl held as a hostage by violent terrorists.

The other girls and Captain Zhong all followed suit. All were sobbing, except Zhong, who was now panting hard as she saw the thickly bearded Captain make another angry motion at them.

“Remove all your clothes! Strip naked! This is an order!” Xue bellowed in Chinese, feeling very aroused at the prospect of seeing her subordinates showing themselves in the nude amid all those men… and in front of their own male soldiers.

To preach by example, Xue started to unzip her own jacket.

“Not you, Major Slut! Not you!”

Xue had to remain standing fully clothed as the girls now undid their belts and lowered their camouflage fatigues after their agile fingers undid and removed their field boots, most with reluctance, but Zhong and Luo Qiao got rid of their boots and socks with impressive efficiency!

The sight of their almond-pale feet was met with “Vaahavaah!!!” and whistles and catcalls that were just as loud as their feet looked erotic to those Hindis. Zhong and Luo Qiao then removed their fatigues just as fast, as if they were getting secretly aroused to show their charms.

Soon enough, the Indians whistled and catcalled as they feasted their eyes on five pairs of legs, all firm and athletic, spotless, all of them very slender except for Zhong’s fuller thighs. Luo Qiao had a dainty pair of legs that made many men as hard as rutting gorillas, Indian men, but also the kneeling Chinese prisoners.

Chopra was now having a huge hard-on as he watched the five prisoners in their underwear, the curves of their bums all plainly visible through their tight panties, and the daintiness of their feet very much appetizing.

Captain Chopra loved a girl’s feet. He suddenly spoke to Xue…

“You can remove your boots now, Major Slut! Remove your socks too, but keep your uniform.”

Xue hesitated, but Chopra looked right through her bones while making a subtle gesture with his bayoneted rifle, so she got alive and soon heard the loud whistles and catcalls as she bent over and began undoing her field boots, causing the intimate curves of her slender, yet well-shaped buttocks to come into prominent view even only through her khaki fatigues.

The catcalls from the dozens Indian troops went on and grew even louder the whole time Xue was struggling with her laces as she panicked and felt overwhelmed by shame and humiliation.

“Come on, Major! Hurry up! Hurry up!” her dominator barked, starting himself to remove his uniform shirt.

Under the storm of whistles and jeers, Xue finally got rid of her field boots and then, she gracefully stood on one leg—she had done ballet dancing and gymnastics as a teen—and she pulled one sock.

Chopra felt a savage erection as it pleasantly stretched the front of his combat fatigues as he saw the first of Xue’s feet.

As Xue did likewise for her other leg, her feet were suddenly there in the dirt as pale beacons that were powerfully small and dainty with those lovely notes of subtle copper that was only seen on East-Asian women.

As their Major did this, Zhong and the four she-privates stood there, very much embarrassed and trying to hide their charms with their arms in front of their bras and panties, and really doing a great job at showcasing the shapes of their buttocks and their legs, silently and unwillingly making the statement that raping them was going to result in huge loads inside them.

Their field boots were lined in perfect order with their training socks tucked inside them, Captain Zhong’s boots first in line, then Private 1st class Luo Qiao, then the three other privates—such a sharp line-up of boots that would make the Party proud. All this was immortalized by many iPhones.

Captain Chopra walked near Zhong and ordered her to start dancing in her underwear.

Zhong wanted to disappear under the earth! She felt all those gazes running all over her! All those jeers and catcalls!

Xue saw her too and felt a bit jealous of Zhong’s body, which was fuller and curvier than hers, yet Zhong was still slender-curvy with a very peachy butt that settled her fate for the rest of the night.

Xue was envious of Zhong’s legs, but she didn’t realize how beautiful her own legs really were. It was Chopra’s artful pleasure to keep eye-raping her while she was still clothed and barefoot; this was why he had ordered her to stay in her uniform… for now.

Xue also felt the gazes from her own soldiers, the male prisoners, who were looking at her bare feet, and she could tell they were getting horny, very horny!

They had never seen her barefoot!

It greatly shamed Xue to be seen like this by her male subordinates—barefoot, yet otherwise wearing her regulation combat uniform, albeit without a helmet so her hair naturally cascaded down in straight strands of black magic that shimmered under those bright camp lights.

“Dance! Dance!” the company Captain barked at Zhong.

To his words, Chopra added a silent threat by moving as if he was going to skewer her butt with his bayonet, so Zhong began dancing, a bit hesitant, but got into her awkward dance as her tormentor motioned again with his weapon, adding a wicked grin from his thickly bearded face, and eyes that could probably kill a king cobra just by staring at it.

And thus it came to be that Captain Wu Zhong of the People’s Liberation Army of China began to dance in her underwear, making some kung-fu like steps and starting to gyrate her hips in some sort of sexualized dance that looked like a grotesque Chinese take on Arab belly-dancing.

The small Hindi crowd went nuts in deafening cheers and whistles and “Vaaaahaahaaa!!! Vaaahaaahaaaa!”

Chopra barked an order to a smiling Sergeant—also dark-bearded with a turban—and two seconds later, some loud Indian music began to fill the place along with the nonstop catcalls and whistles as Captain Wu Zhong danced on in her awkward version of Arab belly-dancing, albeit her arms were dangling at her sides as if she didn’t know what to do with them.

“Raise your arms and smile, Chinese slut! Raise your arms and smile!”

With tears of shame starting to roll down her bright-copper face, Captain Wu Zhong did as she was told, fearing the bayoneted rifle in Chopra’s hands.

Zhong’s soft cheeks and spotless face looked strangely calm as she danced on with a forced smile.

She raised her arms as she danced on, beautifully showcasing the juicy shapes of her boobs as she looked down at the ground and kept up with her mix of belly-style dancing and kung-fu-like steps under the Indian tune. Her face looked calm, but the tears rolling down her round cheeks spoke loudly of her distress.

“Look up! Look at the men! Look at your men!” Chopra barked.

And Captain Wu Zhong looked up and saw the men! The Indian soldiers all grinned and catcalled, but the worst was the Chinese prisoners—those men, her own men, looked at her in shock, yet there were lights of secret joy in their eyes!

Captain Wu Zhong was dancing, gyrating her hips with her arms high above, dancing and wearing only her bra and panties, in front of men from the company she was supposed to be in command of! She was only in command of her dancing steps now.

She saw those lights of joy in their eyes. She could tell her men loved the motions of her hovering tits, thankfully still covered by her white training bra—white underwear that intensified the copper hues in her soft complexion.

Chopra clapped his hands and ordered the four female Privates to follow their Captain’s steps and begin dancing if they didn’t want to be sodomized by his bayonet. He was doing them a great favour by allowing them to keep their underwear, for now.

And before long, there were five Chinese girls representing the PLA by performing that same grotesque take on Arab belly-dancing with their arms raised and showcasing their beauty in underwear, all this under the supervision of Indian officers and NCOs—under unabated catcalls and whistles from the Hindi rank-and-file.

Luo Qiao looked especially graceful in the way she danced, and she had a killer smile!

Private Zhào Chun was dancing almost as gracefully as Luo Qiao while the two others—Ding Fang and Chong Mei—looked just as grotesque as Captain Wu Zhong.

They all had the same dark hair. They all had pale skin with bronze or copper notes. Xue, Ding Fang and Chong Mei were the palest, looking remarkably like white girls except for those subtle notes of exotic splendour in their skin. Such splendour that made white men or Indian men want to fuck them with a mad lust beyond anything a decent Chinese could imagine.

Zhào Chun had the longest hair. Chopra ordered her to untie it and it fell like a wonderful curtain on her shoulders, eliciting a renewal of loudness in the catcalls as the Indian music played on and all the girls danced on, except Xue, who stood barefoot in her uniform and stared at the scene with disbelief at what was happening.

Chopra walked to her and gave a simple order…

“Now, Major Slut, go to your men and inspect the troops! Come on, go on! Go see your men! They want to see you from up close!”

Xue secretly felt a hurricane of arousal within herself as she took her first steps toward the lined male prisoners. Her men were all lined and kneeling with their hands tied behind them. This encouraged Xue to come closer—after all, her men weren’t able to grab anything so she was safe on that count.

Another order from Chopra came as she got close…

“Major Slut, undo your trousers and uncover your beautiful ass for your men to see! Drop your pants, and drop your panties, so they can all kiss your ass!”

“What?!”

Chopra repeated his order and added a threat…

“Drop your trousers, drop your panties and let all your men kiss your ass, or else I’m gonna pick one of your girls and cut her nipples with this blade you see here!” (showing his bayonet)

Xue was at least allowed to do this while turning her back to her kneeling men. It was thus a bit easier for her to hide her embarrassment from them, and her arousal too. She was so freaking wet!

As the music played on and Zhong kept grotesquely dancing along with the four other girls in underwear, Xue unfastened her belt and dropped her trousers.

Then, taking a deep breath, she hinged her thumbs under her panties and dropped them too. Her shame was bone-crushing as she heard some loud “Ooohh!” and “Aaahh!” sounds… from her own men! All thirty-five of them!

Captain Chopra was right upon Xue! The large Indian man groped her ass and forced-kissed her, making her feel how hopelessly strong he was. Furthermore, he had taken off his uniform shirt and she saw and felt his naked torso against hers. It was insane! The turban-wearing officer was just pure male energy forcing her to do whatever he wanted her to do.

Then, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her while also nudging her down into a bent-over position, making her take two or three steps backward, until the soft curves of her buttocks came into gentle contact with the first of Xue’s kneeling men. That man made no effort to recoil.

With devil-wicked eyes, the Chinese soldier gave avid strokes of his tongue and gave some proletarian spit to his Major’s naked butt! Xue couldn’t believe this was happening!

Xue tried to repress her surprised moan as that Private licked her bottom, but she failed. “Aaaaaaahh?! Aaah aaaaahh… aaaah-bù…”

She whispered “bù” (no) amid her moans, but this only added to her arousal. The private second class was plainly smelling her wet pussy as he gave love to her butt while wondering if he wasn’t dreaming.

Chopra moved her to the next man, who did likewise and learned what the intimate skin of his commanding officer tasted like.

Xue moaned out again and knew she was soaking-wet beyond repair as her fantasy of getting gang-fucked by her own men was getting so close to becoming a real thing!

Two men had licked her butt. Thirty-three more to go! The night was still young.

As a bonus, from where she was kneeling and having her butt kissed by her men, Xue saw the display of her dancing girls. Zhong, Ding Fang and Chong Mei danced grotesquely while Luo Qiao and Zhào Chun did so very gracefully—in their underwear in front of all those Indian turban-wearing men, who could rush at and assault them any moment.

Reality became a distant concept to Xue as she was moved from man to man and one by one, her kneeling soldiers graced her soft butt-cheeks with more slobber and more kissing adoration as she was circulated by Chopra and uttered a great many forced moans out of her endless arousal and humiliation.

“This is just the beginning, Major Slut! Rest assured that your own men are going to fuck you good and hard before the night is over! You have my word on this.”

Private Wu Chang, 20 years old, couldn’t believe it as his lips landed on Major Xue’s derriere and his nose gently sank into the softness of her flesh as he kissed her pale skin and learned how girly she smelled and tasted!

The hardness of his cock could only be conjectured! This was absolute torture and cruelty to be only allowed to kiss her butt without being able to fuck her! His tongue gave long lingering strokes that added to the slobbering tribute from the rank-and-file to their much-dreamed-about Major.

As the entire platoon of male prisoners had slobbered on Xue’s bare butt, Xue felt how out-of-control horny her men were!

But, what about all those Indian soldiers? They were catcalling and whistling, but why were they so patient?! Their very discipline made them even more terrifying. The Indian military was playing cats-and-mouse with female soldiers of China’s PLA.

Then Xue spotted a khaki jeep with headlights that blinded her as she looked that way. There were silhouettes of shadow and all she could see was maybe four human shapes that looked a bit heavy around the midsection.

“You can put your trousers back on now, Major Slut!” bellowed her dominator. “And be sure that you will learn what Indian cocks taste like!”

Xue obeyed the command even faster than it was said. Her slobbered and spit-polished buttocks came into soggy contact with her wet panties, which immediately disappeared under her regulation fatigues as she tightly fastened her belt, feeling fire on her flushed cheeks.

But who were those men around that jeep? There was something odd with that jeep… It was getting closer. And those men were walking toward her! Then she saw them as they came under the camp lights.

The men walking by that moving jeep were in their fifties—all of them fat and pudgy and wearing the insignias of high ranks, Generals and Colonels. Those fat ugly men in command were all staring at Xue and her girls.

“The night is very young, Major Slut! Now bend over and let me drop those trousers you just put back on! I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve always wanted to in your dreams! And after, you’ll get more cocks than you can handle!”

As Captain Chopra spoke and she kept lost in fascination in front of the shirtless Hindi officer, Major Xue knew that resisting was pointless.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Xue was seized and bent over by two shirtless Sergeants, whose proximity filled her nostrils with Indian musk. She then felt Chopra’s powerful hands at her hips… In one superb motion, he had Xue yelp-moaning as he violently pulled down her fatigues, then her neutral-beige panties…

Xue’s Chinese moons were suddenly there right under the hem of her khaki uniform shirt, that is, the pale almond curves of her slender buttocks shadow-separated by her virgin bum crack. A very sensual sight in such an improbable setting.

She felt his burning gaze on it and knew for a fact he was going to find her cunt hot and wet, and he, Captain Chopra, felt the painful tension of his cock as he urgently set it free with one hand getting acquainted with the soft pallor of her butt. It was just as surreal as when the man’s wife came to him when he guest-stayed for the night in London.

As soon as his zipper was down, Chopra’s Indian pillar was pushed against Xue’s entrance, and she yelped-moaned very loudly, heard by all her kneeling subordinate men, as Captain Chopra pushed himself inside her and began to violate her, just like that, bent over with her pants down and held by two powerful Sergeants as the Indian pop music kept on playing.

Chopra grunted even louder than she was moaning. He held her lovely waist and went right into Chinatown, feeling the bliss of the primal rape with each stroke he gave her.

Deep and hard! “Hrrr! Hrrr! Hrrrr! Hrrr… Hrrr… Hrrr, hrrr, hrrr…”

An animal rape, raw with no questions asked. Xue was shaken right down to her core. This was her first time with a man inside her. No fucking way she was going to forget.

He had gone inside her like a knife inside hot butter. Xue moaned like a slut in front of her own soldiers, each of whom had a tantalizing boner while not able to masturbate due to his hands being tied up behind him, while the she-Major from Beijing endured and shook from the rape at the hands of the shirtless, muscular Indian officer. She felt his power! Too strong for her!

He had his hands under her shirt, skin-on-skin at her waist, holding her fast as he used her with increasing savagery. Her head just bobbed on between the shirtless Sergeants as Xue felt her pain and her forced pleasure, lost deep in a mist of exotic musk as her body mutinied, forcing her to become a moaning whore while still wearing her shoulder pads with her star and stripes saying she was supposed to be a Major in the PLA.

She confusedly caught sight of that jeep. It had come to a stop, and two fat and ugly officers were rushing straight at her! The others were dashing for Zhong and the other dancing girls, each of whom was promptly seized by NCO’s and junior officers, who kept them restrained for the enjoyment of the oncoming Colonels and Generals.

Xue was crazy-moaning like a lost slut just from the manly pressure from Chopra’s hands around her waist, to say nothing of his cock tightly ravaging her. Then she heard his appreciative groans as he twitched inside her and further accelerated to a frenzy…

“Aaaaahh AAAAAAAAAH AHHHH AAANNHRRR NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH UUUGGHHH!!!”

Captain Chopra exploded, losing a geyser-full of jizz in wild pulsating shots as her eyes became just as round as Chinese moons, and she saw her own men with their jaws dropped as Xue received the steaming Indian tribute to her Mandarin beauty.

One of the old fat men was right upon her. She couldn’t do anything—her wrists were restrained by the Sergeants.

“She’s an amazing fuck, Colonel Sir!” Chopra said as he pulled out of Xue and left his spot to his superior officer, who lost no time in grabbing her hips and running his hands all around the contours of her buttocks, taking his time and letting his cock get hard in order to ascertain the meaning of amazing inside her.

A General who looked like a flabby wide-faced creep, the brown-skinned version, gave simple instructions to Xue as he unzipped his trousers and produced his smelly cock…

“Now, Chinese slut, open your mouth and be a good girl if you do not want us to cut off your nipples with a red-hot knife!”

The fat creep wearing a General’s uniform for the Indian army repeated his English-spoken instructions as he shoved his cock inside her obedient mouth, and he let out a tell-tale groan of delight as he got tightly sealed by that Chinese dainty mouth, and Xue tasted the rancid horror of his unwashed prick as he began to rape her Beijing face using her hair as handles.

At the same time, the man Chopra had just addressed as “Colonel Sir” penetrated her from behind, and Xue realized she was being spit-roasted in front of her own men! Still almost fully clothed, with only her soft butt cheeks showing as she got gang-fucked by high-ranking officers.

“Aaahhh Yeah! A great fuck she is! I’m going to recommend you for promosh-ionnhh! Major Chopra—AAHH! GOD!!! Yeah! It’s so good, aahhh, to be inside a Chinese s… slut! Aaah-yaahh yeahhh!!!”

At the other end of her, the creepy-fat General was having the time of his life, his mouth wide open as he face-raped Xue, holding her hair fast and using her head as some bowling ball with a hole for his own pleasure. Zero care for her well-being. She was nearly choking with her mouth filled by Madras meat!

Xue was overwhelmed by the horrific taste, and quickly learned to breathe through her nose as that smelly slab of hard meat kept roughly massaging her tongue and palate.

This went on for Lord knows how long, until she felt the old creep change pace inside her mouth and realized that… Oohhh noooo!

“Aaayyyyrrrhh nnnNNNNNNNNNNNNNUUUGHH!!!” uttered the creepy-fat Brigadier as he blissfully shot his load while pressing Xue’s face against his smelly crotch and she was forced to swallow all his New Delhi pudding. Rancid! Very rancid and salty was the gooey taste…

And her head was bobbing on and on, as the Colonel kept gleefully using her from behind, with her arms gracefully outstretched like wings on either side of her, her wrists held by the jeering Sergeants as she moaned and felt the upsurge of her own girly bliss…

“Oohhhhh! Oohhh… Oohhhh, bù! BÙ! Bù… Oohhh!!! Oohh, oohhhh oooaahhhhh oooh o–AAAAAAhhhhhhhh…”

Uttering “No” only fed her forced arousal, and Xue suddenly exploded into a high-pitched series of whorish whimpers just as the Colonel could no longer hold it and flooded her with his Madras sauce as his sausage burst into a blissful heat and he angrily peppered her with that creamy load, a huge one!

The Colonel sounded like a dying man as his legs went wobbly and he had a hard time understanding how amazing it felt to consummate the rape of a Chinese officer!

Then, the pair of lawful Sergeants followed suit. Xue was brought down onto her knees and elbows, and the sleeves of her Mandarin uniform got well acquainted with Indian dirt as her moon-soft face was used as a brushing implement for the ground, with her cheek sliding on the dry earth when the first—and huge!—Sergeant got roughly inside her and began to rape her doggystyle, grunting like a rutting yak.

The face-sliding fest against the ground went on and on as the Sergeant took his pleasure, and forced Xue to share it as her butt kept being driven hard in soft collisions against the big turban-wearing Hindi, who smiled a mile wide as he kept expanding and hardening inside her!

She felt her bare skin repeatedly hit the enemy uniform, felt the fabric, his hands dominating her from the crease of her hips… Xue had no more official capacity. This was happening in some parallel universe, off the records with no protection, nothing except the relentless tapping of her bum against the big Indian with her own men watching…

Xue was hit by another climax and whimpered like a cheap slut while her sliding face forced her to look directly at her men! And she suddenly noticed something odd about them… Two of them seemed to have their hands free and were, masturbating?!

The Sergeant died inside her with a sickening growl. The other Sergeant took over and gave Xue faster jabs so she knew her rapist had been relieved.

This other Sergeant was more vocal as he took his doggystyle pleasure…

“Take this! This and this! You fucking chink! Cheap China doll! Uuhh! Uuhh! Uuh-uuhh-uuhh-uuhhh… Oooaaahhhh, by Brahma! By BRahmma! I’m inside her-RRRRHHH NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYUUGGDDDJJ NNRRHHHHHHHHHHHH…”

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Chong Mei and Ding Fang were the first ones to become aware of the jeep’s bright headlights.

Men were rushing at them!

They saw their face! Flabby jowls and a leathery brown skin with dark eyes that stared at them as if they were the only girls left on earth…

The dancing girls were all grabbed by grinning NCO’s and junior officers wearing their dark-wine turbans.

Luo Qiao let out the shrillest and most painful shriek ever as her bra and panties were mercilessly torn off and the nubile play of her breasts was suddenly right there for the lewd men, with her virgin brown nipples dancing with surprise, her tits pushed out and freely moving like a splendour of smallness that wasn’t supposed to be seen.

Luo Qiao had a tiny strip of dark hair between her pale legs, and she kept shrieking like a banshee as they forced her to lay down.

Everywhere around Qiao, the girls were screaming or mute in silent shock as all their training bras and panties went off in loud, sharp ripping fabric sounds as the big brown Indian hands had their way!

“BÙ! BÙ–aaaAAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Bù-uuu uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhh…”

“वाहवाह! यहाँ महिलाएँ! AAAAARRRHHHH!”

“वाहवाह! यहाँ महिलाएँ! Oohhrrr!!!”

“Little chink loves to be naked amid Indian men!” Private Zhào Chun heard them holler as they lifted her off her feet and she realized with mute stupor that her panties were gone and everyone of them could see the dark triangle of her pussy hair and the jiggling intimacy of her perky tits!

Zhong was also mute with life-altering astonishment as she was ruthlessly pushed against and bent over the jeep, and a big hammy hand grabbed and ripped her panties off!

The little pink stripes of those panties offered no protection, and Zhong suddenly felt the breeze directly against her buttocks, just as hands groped them and other hands kept her pressed against the jeep’s hood. And the rapes began!

A man’s cock—whoever he was—was shoved right up her forced-open pussy, and a pair of hands grabbed her waist and began the age-old pounding that gave life. She screamed in loud pain!

The place was now filled with Indian grunting and Chinese outcries of female despair.

Private Zhào Chun was held above ground, spread-eagled with her wrists and ankles restrained amid the loud, vociferating crowd, as an impossibly ugly General pushed hard against her virginity and she yelped in pain as he insisted, fat rolling all over his jowls as he sweated like a pig and pushed on and on, gaining a tiny bit of ground as Zhào Chun screamed her life out amid the jeering men.

Ding Fang and Chong Mei were spread-eagled on the ground. They were already tying up their wrists and ankles to tent stakes as a big fat Colonel and an out-of-shape Major made themselves at home on top of them.

Both virgins from Beijing shrieked their pain and even forgot their shame as their virtue was forced into the open meat market by the straining middle-aged men.

Ding Fang was reminded of his abusive uncle as her virginity was torn and smashed by the man’s raging cock. She cried under his groaning fat face.

Chong Mei shook her short-haired head in a blur of refusal as the fat Colonel had a bit of a difficult time in forcing her cunt open, but he suddenly prevailed and he let out a loud series of grunts as Chong Mei learned what it felt like to be raped and deflowered by a fat and ugly man older than her father.

Private First Class Luo Qiao was gracefully kneeling on all fours as the General behind her let out a scream of surprise as he found her entrance easy to violate. The Beijing slut was as wet as a soggy dim-sum!

And the Major-General from New Dehli began to tell her in English that she was very soft to the touch and very beautiful as he raped the sobbing girl from behind and couldn’t believe how incredibly beautiful she truly was.

Each stroke inside her was a journey in paradise, and each stroke against the nubile curves of her bum was filled with eternal joy.

The Major-General raped Luo Qiao with an open mouth, and lost plenty of frothing slobber as he pounded her harder and harder, then harder still as he let his body past the edge and screamed his bliss while looking at the starry sky as he filled up the deflowered girl.

A Lieutenant took over. He knelt behind Luo Qiao and he penetrated her with his khaki-brown cock, and she silently took him on her elbows and knees, sobbing and shedding tears while gently whimpering as the junior officer followed his General’s lead and began the rape gently.

The other men held her and commented on her youth, wondering whether the Chinese government even let the girls finish their high school before enlisting them in the army.

Luo Qiao’s almond-pale nymph’s buttocks kept slamming against the officer’s lap. The turban-wearing man pounded her harder and deeper, until he entered into some sort of shaking trance and he pressed her pristine butt against him as he dumped a load that turned out just as huge as his climax—a climax that was so intense it was nearly painful.

He exited her and watched in transfixed fascination as his parting rope of jism landed square on her butt. A man poured some beer on it and spread the mix, saying it this was the proper way to treat a Beijing soldier girl.

Another junior officer did the same honour to Luo Qiao. Slamming her nubile butt became a big sport among the entire company. After this officer’s hot relief, a string of numerous Indian enthusiasts would take their own turns. The line-up was already long in the waiting for a good fuck.

It was now a confused orgy where men and officers, Generals and Privates mingled in the loud satisfaction of their deepest lust—the gang-rape of female Chinese soldiers!

Captain Zhong’s moon-silky face became thoroughly acquainted with the jeep’s hood as man after man after man slammed-banged her against the khaki jeep.

With her mouth gaping in shock, Zhong endured the relentless barrage of Indian cocks. The men raped her urgently and none lasted much more than a minute, but each one of those minutes felt hopelessly long to the shamed girl, who was also in great pain.

Tears rolled down her face as the rolling fire of Indian cocks reduced the proud PLA officer to a whimpering cum dump used for the entertainment of India’s finest men.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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This other Sergeant was more vocal as he took his doggystyle pleasure inside Xue…

“Take this! This and this! You fucking chink! Cheap China doll! Uuhh! Uuhh! Uuh-uuhh-uuhh-uuhhh… Oooaaahhhh, by Brahma! By BRahmma! I’m inside her-RRRRHHH NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYUUGGDDDJJ NNRRHHHHHHHHHHHH…”

With such loud vocals, the second Sergeant—overweight, strong-faced and thickly bearded—dumped a sacred-cow of a load inside Xue. He was so enthusiastic in his Brahmanic celebrations that his turban fell off his bobbing head as he reached the ultimate reality of weakening-legs bliss and gave Xue the very last of his heated finale.

He was panting and sweating profusely as he pulled out of her cum-dripping pussy and suddenly realized, with embarrassment, that his head was uncovered. Yet overall, he was beyond happy to finally get inside the pants of a Chinese officer. Those girls from Beijing or Shanghai were gorgeous in the way of petite and dainty, and this Major had slim legs that probably doubled the size of his load.

“Let’s see how this Major will take the cock of her own men!” bellowed the grinning Colonel Sir, the one who had tried her out right after Captain Chopra.

Xue was held fast by the first Sergeant as she realized with horror that indeed, two of her men had their hands free and were masturbating while looking at her shamelessly. She suddenly realized that this was her first time seeing Chinese cock for real and not in porn.

Captain Chopra was untying the hands of Sergeant Ming, a short and stocky creature who always took her orders with a profound deference Xue knew was fake. Now she saw Ming’s true face—an evil smile and the wild eyes of some brigand or rebel from way, way back when the Boxers staged an uprising against Christians.

“Bù… Bù…” (no…) Xue let out as she shook her head and looked at the three Chinese soldiers as they walked upon and surrounded her.

The Sergeants, Chopra and the Colonel and the Brigadier General just stepped back and enjoyed the show.

Xue screamed and shook her head like a panicked hen as the two Chinese privates grabbed her and Sergeant Ming ordered them to only restrain her arms.

Ming went down on his knees and dominated Xue’s prostrated figure. He pressed her breasts through her uniform jacket, and she could tell he had often dreamed of doing this.

With a creepy smile on his ugly face, Ming lowered the zipper of her field jacket until there was a wide vee-opening showing her khaki tank-top underneath. He grinned like a demon as he saw the first of her cleavage.

Xue felt some wild electricity at her nipples and kept shaking her head as she repeatedly shouted No! … “Bù! Bù… Bù!”

She felt Ming’s hands as he grabbed her tank-top and tore it with a sharp, rank-cancelling ripping sound, and the ugly Ming gained access to Xue’s white training bra, which he pulled and stretched until it snapped broken.

Xue yelped in panic mixed with loud arousal.

Ming uttered a wild shout of satisfaction as he beheld Xue’s brown nipples and her juicy-perky tits! Xue’s tits, like in a pale-copper skin dream!

Ming plunged his ugly mug between Xue’s breasts and began licking her cleavage like a dog! He then extended the favour all over her tits and covered them with ample slobber, his tongue insisting around her nipples as Xue endured the horror.

She experienced crushing shame as she realized she was secretly enjoying this.

Ming stopped sucking Xue’s tits and stood on his knees. With growing concern and secret anticipation from Xue, her ugly subordinate unzipped his regulation trousers and freed his cock, which was unusually big for a Chinese man, with a head like a little battering fist and a wide girth!

Xue yelped in shock! She had no idea some of her men had such big tools!

Xue yelped, her arms restrained and her head shaking, as Ming made the nightmare come true.

The platoon Sergeant lay down on top of his Major, the second-in-command of his battalion, and he pushed against and inside her entrance as she realized with a shock that she had herself spread out her legs to receive him. She heard the laughter from the Indian officers and Sergeants.

“Major Slut! She loves having her own men CLOSE to her! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! This is worth filming!” Captain Chopra said aloud, and Xue wished she didn’t understand English.

Ming groaned and uttered a loud yell of victory, and Xue yelped and moaned, as he pushed himself inside her, right to the hilt!

With his scary-ugly mug sweating only inches above Xue’s spotless face, Ming began pounding her, looking right into her eyes with an expression that said it all.

“See? See what it’s like to be gang-fucked by your own soldiers?” Ming’s face silently said as he raped her deep and hard and made her whimper like a bitch.

One soldier’s hand was gripping her wrist, then the other soldier was at her left-hand side. This man was holding her wrist higher and he was licking the lower region of the palm of her hand—she could feel he was genuinely in love with her.

From her rape-bobbing head, Xue looked at him. It was Wong Chūn, an 18-year-old recruit who had a handsome face that made him look like actor Yang Yang.

Wong Chūn’s youth only made Sergeant Ming look uglier to Xue as he sweated like a pig on top of her.

Her ankles were still entangled in her tucked-down trousers, and Xue was fighting to get her feet out of them, feeling a lewd urge to look erotic in front of her own men! She was letting herself go amid her pain, exhaustion and horrific shame. Xue felt there was still something liberating and erotic in all of this.

As soon as her lovely little feet were out of her no-longer-needed clothes, Xue wrapped her legs around Ming, and she crossed ankles on top of his busy brown buttocks, giving the rank-and-file a show of girly feet they would never forget, as Ming let out a long-winded scream at her face and powerfully ejaculated.

The handsome-faced recruit was next. He took Ming’s spot on top of Xue and began to kiss her, telling her he loved her and he wouldn’t go inside her if she didn’t wish it.

Xue looked at him with surprise, but then, the teenage soldier started to cry as he lowered his trousers and proceeded to push himself inside her.

She wrapped her legs around him too and felt the gazes from all her men as they eye-kissed her legs and feet while the recruit sobbed as he raped her and was soon done. Xue would never forget his scream of sorrow and joy, a sort of deep growling rush as he gave her a heap of semen.

Then the third private, some nondescript rank-and-filer, raped Xue while holding her wrists down on either side of her head, and he kept kissing her everywhere he could reach—mouth, chin, nose or neck or cheeks—as he took his delight and she didn’t even realize she had once again wrapped her legs around her rapist.

After that third man was done, Chopra had all three men of that first “team” kneeling along with the others with their hands tied behind them.

Then, another three-man team was liberated, and they immediately rushed at their naked Major!

They forced Xue to stand, and bent her over, before the first team member—a Corporal—raped her from behind just like Chopra did, except she was now in the nude!

Corporal Wong Chang got lost in the contemplation of Xue’s almond-pale butt cheeks as he kept slamming her spotless buns against him. He loved how the Major’s butt curves were flattened against him on each one of his heartfelt strokes! She was off-limits, yet he was now having her, holding her waist and enjoying her free-given tightness until he basically died inside her.

He let out a scream of liberation and vented out the whole store of his pent-up frustration as he unloaded his gun and filled up his battalion Major! Xue shook on her legs as she received his love, forming little officer’s fists where a smiling Private held her wrists, smiling at her from his earth-brown face.

The next soldier treated her the exact same way, except it was short-fused and the ejaculation was even more violent.

The waiting line-up of kneeling soldiers watched with disbelief—and granite-hard cocks—as Xue was being pounded doggystyle by… one of their own.

The third soldier—the dark-faced Private who had held her wrists—grabbed her by the shoulders and made her stand up facing him. She knew who he was—a good-for-nothing slacker who had been disciplined and reduced in rank to second class Private.

He slapped her! She yelped in shock and pain as she fell down on her ass.

“Here you are, Major!” the man barked. “Now, kneel! Kneel and give me head! Kneel! Kneel and be the slave of Bolin!”

Experiencing a whole array of novel sensations, the naked Major obeyed. She knelt in front of Private Bolin, who barked at her and gave her the command with a satisfaction that seemed to make his vile face explode with evil joy—she was to take him inside her mouth!

Bolin’s eyes seemed on the verge of bursting out of their sockets as he contemplated Xue and her naked charms, his erection pointing at her pretty face.

Major Xue opened her mouth and felt a powerful rush of shame and wild arousal as Bolin’s cock landed on her tongue, and she sealed her lips around it! The battalion’s second-in-command began pleasuring the good-for-nothing private, massaging his meat with her twirling tongue and feeling a weird form of depraved pleasure in becoming his sexual slave.

“Hold it in your hand and suck it good! Make your Private happy, Major!” Bolin barked.

Xue obeyed with a rush of arousal down within her. She took the base of Bolin’s shaft in her hand and began applying a twisting pressure that caused the man to moan and groan.

“Aahhhhrrrr… Yeah! Bolin likes the Major and her sensual mouth… Aaahhrrr! Yeah! Bolin is now a Boxer in 1900 and Xue is now a Christian nun forced to, aahrrr, suck his c, cock, uuhrrrr! Yes! Yes! Yeah yeah yeahhh aaahh good! This is gh, gg gg good…”

Bolin’s word spoken in rapid-fire Mandarin had Xue filled with rotten shame and wishing she had forgotten her own native tongue. She kept sliding her tongue along Bolin’s spit-coated prick!

Before long, Bolin pulled out of her and showered Xue’s face with the groaning release of his hot sludge… “AAAAAAAAHRRR NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHH!!!”

Xue felt something beyond words as she received the Private’s slimy heat on her university-educated face, and she remembered what the name Bolin meant in Chinese. It meant “elder brother rain”.

***

The next three-man team seemed to like the sight of Xue’s cum-glossy face, or they had understood the intensity of Bolin’s ejaculation.

Each one of the Privates required the Major to give fellatio while holding the two other cocks in her hands. Each man growled and gave her a thick load that further coated her face.

The third man graced her perky tits as he shook from head to toe and relieved himself with unfathomable felicity. He screamed like a Mongolian banshee and shot a shitload of jizz on Xue’s brown nipples while remembering the way she stood, inviolate, in front of the battalion in her faultless uniform.

Xue knew all the names of her men by heart. As he dumped that huge load on her breasts, she looked up and recognized him. His name was Bo, which meant “abundant”.

Xue felt the heat of his jizz and from that night on, she would never be able to put on her bra and get dressed without thinking about this. Every time she’d stand on a parade square in front of soldiers, she would feel a tingling sensation at her nipples, under her uniform, from their loaded gazes on her.

The next team was then invited to enjoy their Major, then the next, and then the next one after this, as a growing circle of Indian soldiers now stood by and watched Major Wang Xue getting gang-fucked by her men.

The Chinese prisoners tried her out in every position they could think of. Some of them took unfathomable pleasure in kissing her cunt before taking her.

Xue’s moaning was especially loud when she was raped with her legs propped up and pinned under a man’s shoulders as he gave her everything he got! This man’s name was Chang, which meant “flourish, prosper”.

It was a long series, a very long series of primal-grunting rapes where unspoken fantasies took brutal shape and form as the soldiers and Sergeants relieved themselves inside their sweating and panting Major, whose face and tits were now utterly covered with their spunk.

Some of the men weren’t especially attracted to Xue, but they found much enjoyment and fun in the act of shooting their swimmers inside her.

When they’d get back to China through the usual prisoners exchange, that night where Major Wang Xue was gang-fucked would go down in the unofficial battalion’s history. Never will they look at her the same way again.

The eighth three-man team spit-roasted her while the third man, a short man whose face was a bit like a donkey, kept slapping Xue’s butt while calling her a dirty cheap cow. He kept doing it on and on until the Major got her mouthful and her pussy-full of her men’s jism.

The donkey-faced little soldier pushed her down and took her from behind as Xue lay flat on her stomach while the two others were parading her discarded uniform jacket. They took out the shoulder pads showing her rank and stuffed her mouth with them while the donkey-faced Private raped her.

Xue was too exhausted to even feel humiliated as that little man bounced his lap on her buttocks and immensely enjoyed the tight bliss of her vagina, making the Major feel his stiffness and his respectable girth, and grunting to her ear with every stroke he gave…

But this wasn’t all!

The little man pulled out of her, which puzzled Xue, before she panicked and feebly tried to slide from under him as he pushed himself inside her asshole and strained with unfathomable satisfaction as she screamed like she never had!

He pushed harder and harder, and Xue’s sphincter gave way and she shrieked under the unbearable pain as the donkey-faced soldier began to enjoy the savage grip of her rectum!

He sodomized her with immense pride and satisfaction as Captain Chopra, the Colonel and the Sergeants watched while the General said it was time that this Major tasted some more Indian cocks.

As soon as the ugly little soldier had flooded Xue’s rectum, the three-man team was sent back to the kneeling file with their faces grinning and their hands tied up behind them again. What a night!

Watching the Major getting gang-fucked by her own men had got the General hard again, and he had only used her mouth, so this time he laid her down on her back and mounted her.

The Indian General kissed her, licked her face and cupped her boobs, then he went lower and tasted her nipples between his lips. He loved how her soft melons yielded under his face as he circled her nipples while one Sergeant held her exhausted arms almost pointlessly.

The General then penetrated her, and he raped Xue while licking her face. After he was done, the Sergeants both knelt on either side of her and masturbated until they gave her a hefty shower of Indian cum that landed square on her face and tits and formed a glossy network of complex pools and rivers, especially after the Colonel did the same all over her face.

The shower of New Delhi pudding added a layer to the drying pools of Chinese cum that also graced her face and hair. Xue was getting flaky and slimy too.

***

“Now, with her face properly arranged with Indian pride, I think she’s ready to switch places with this other she-officer over there!” Captain Chopra announced.

“Aaahhrrr! Yeah! I’m sure the Major will love getting fucked by a proper line-up of our soldiers with her face against the hood of an Indian jeep!” the Colonel added as he got up and zipped his trousers back.

Orders were given and the switch was made.

Captain Zhong, exhausted, stark naked, with her cheek sore from so much sliding on top of that hood, was taken near to the kneeling line-up of male prisoners, where no less than four three-man teams were still waiting for the joy of a relief inside one of their superiors.

Xue, in the nude, was helped to the jeep, where she was to take Zhong’s place.

For some reason, some fat Indian Major liked Xue’s tits, so he had her laid down near a front tire of the said jeep, where he straddled her chest and gleefully squeezed her tits against his cock as he began to tit-fuck her.

The ugly officer had all the leisure in the world to feel Xue’s breasts as he kept coming and going along the fleshy tunnel formed by the squeezing of her charms, and he loved how pretty her face looked with all that slimy jizz on it.

Xue’s eyes were shut, but the Major spoke good Chinese and ordered her to look at him, and she did obey. Something inside her body kept loving that new status of sex slave.

She looked directly into the Major’s pudgy face and also noticed the iPhones some of the enemy soldiers were using to film her adventure.

Then the Indian officer let out a wild scream and shouted, “Aaaaahhh Yeah! Yes! We won! We won!” and his throbbing cock became alive and pressure-shot bolts upon bolts that bathed Xue’s pretty face!

“Bukake! Bukake! Bukake!” someone chanted as the pudgy Major finally left Xue’s tits and got up, and beer was poured on those tits of hers and a thickly bearded Corporal took great pleasure in licking it all off!

Xue felt the brushing of his Brahmanic beard on her sensitive skin and felt his tongue where it stroked her pectoral flesh and deforming it under its winning weight.

“Bu-ka-ke! Bu-ka-ke! Bu-ka-ke!” they kept chanting.

And Xue was forced up on her knees and surrounded by creepy old men, all of them Colonels and Generals who had stripped themselves naked while they watched the other Chinese girls getting gang-raped.

Those flabby men now felt it would be damned funny to surround the highest-ranking officer among the prisoners and just shower her with their cum, so they ordered Xue to kindly take hold of their cocks and start licking them.

“Come on, chowmein girl, kiss my cock!”

They kept her kneeling amid them and poked their cocks at her face all the time, and she had to kiss, massage and lick all of them, or else…

One of the Generals had a set of golf clubs and threatened Xue to use the driver and shove it all the way up her ass with its head first, unless she was a really good girl and rode his cock.

Xue remembered the pain from when she was sodomized by the donkey-faced Private and had no wish to renew the experience. She felt so weak and confused. All she knew was she had to obey and obeying commands aroused her insanely!

The General had a soldier fetch his peak-cap and once he had it, Xue found herself promoted to wearing an Indian Brigadier’s peak-cap!

The flabby officers cheered and catcalled and told her she looked very pretty with that khaki hat gracing the black silk of her long hair.

“Now, that’s what I call a military babe!”

“That’s a pretty little General we have here! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” the Brigadier himself jested as he got himself stretched on his back and pointed at his stiff cock while nodding at Xue—she was to straddle him and ride it… while wearing that peak-cap over her lovely Mandarin face! A face with pools and rivers of jizz.

“Hey China doll! I love your titties! Real nice legs too!!!”

“She’ll have this to remember us by! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

“Make sure to write it all down in your report when you’re back in Beijing! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Xue was helped onto the General as many hands held her arms, groped her chest, her butt, her legs and their collective adoration went all the way down to her feet.

Amid all the loving attention, Xue felt thoroughly Indianized, right up to her raven hair that was now topped by that odious Brigadier’s peak-cap!

She was reeking Indian cum! She had it all over her, but there was still something Chinese in her—the taste from her own men’s jizz was still in her mouth. She remembered Bolin, “elder brother rain”.

They lowered Xue onto the waiting flagpole of the Brigadier, and she let out a yelping moan of shock as his large cock filled and stretched her pussy—she could tell this was no Chinese cock. It felt as if a hard hooded king cobra just entered and filled her pussy!

The Brigadier took Xue’s waist and began to ride her up and down his shaft, making her look like a gorgeous Chinese cowgirl wearing the Indian high-ranking cap with her long shimmering dark hair cascading down upon her shoulders and highlighting the richness of her pale complexion as her full, non-sagging boobs kept jiggling up and down as the overweight creep accelerated the ride.

Xue rode him amid jeers and catcalls and knowing it was all filmed. Her tits looked proud and high on her chest. They were the dream of men of all ages, from high school kids to the dying elderly. They now belonged to India.

“Nice cowgirl from the East! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

“Her face looks like the pale light of dawn! What a delicacy to have her!”

As she rode the General, someone took off the peak-cap and poured an entire bottle of beer on her head, before putting it back on over her beer-smelling wet hair.

The General growled and erupted inside her just as he cupped her tits. This was so much fun!

A Colonel, just as sorry-looking and creepy as the Brigadier, also stretched his ungracious nakedness on the dirt, and Xue was also made to straddle him, but this time facing away, so the Colonel enjoyed a great fuck with a perfect view on Xue’s cock-hardening butt!

“Aahhh! Yeah! Why those Chinese girls have such a lovely butt?” the fat Colonel remarked. He remembered raping that adorable nymph-looking soldier from behind earlier on.

As she rode the fat officer, Xue kept having cocks poked in her face, and she had to “enjoy the ride” while keeping the peak-cap on her head. They put it right back on whenever it fell from her bobbing hair. They were all laughing at her face!

After the Colonel had bellowed his final joy, Xue was made to straddle yet another field-rank officer in his fifties, and the ride went on with her butt facing the Indian man.

A tall Sergeant-Major with a thick beard grabbed her head and face-fucked her as well. She kept on riding, her boobs groped, her mouth filled with his cock, her pussy well used…

Xue got hit by a surprise climax just as she received the Colonel’s load down there and also got the Sergeant-Major’s massive offering of hot porridge right down her throat!

She didn’t even notice she had lost the peak-cap as she spat out dollops of that Brahmanic jizz.

All was confusion and noise around her.

Xue thought she saw two of her girls spread-eagled with their wrists and ankles tied to stakes, and they were being raped by brown-naked Indians who seemed to be trying to find something deep between the girls’ pale legs by using their cocks. Line-ups of men were waiting their turns.

Xue half-realized she was being moved and she soon felt something hard and metallic against her naked body. Her tits were pressed against an even surface and her face was pinned sideway on it—the jeep. They were bending her over it.

Then followed the now-familiar sensation of a man entering her without asking permission, and Xue’s long-repeated deflowering was resumed under the deafening rounds of cheers and catcalls.

A pair of strong Indian hands holding her waist, and the relentless bumping of her pale butt against Indian men as her cheek kept sliding along on that jeep hood—such was Xue’s world at present. She had a vague idea of where she was.

She now knew that ejaculating men from India didn’t sound the same as men from China. She had the field experience to tell.

As she kept being gang-raped against that jeep, she had a vague idea of her trembling pen writing in her report that she gained field experience during that mission and gained a deep knowledge of the enemy along with a better understanding of her own troops—both things that could improve her chances for making it to Lt. Colonel before she was thirty. But then, those bloody iPhones filming her!

Xue no longer recalled who she was as those turban-wearing men kept calling her a Beijing whore and a spunk-stinking chink as they kept using her as their collective cum dump.

TO BE CONTINUED.

HistBuff

Zhong became alive and screaming as she realized she was being taken near the line-up of kneeling prisoners and saw the enemy Sergeants freeing the hands of three Chinese soldiers, each of whom was looking at her naked body with nothing but the angriest form of primal lust!

Among those three men was the pair who had nearly got shot through the head earlier.

Zhong looked at them, terrified, silent with saucer eyes, hugging herself while retracting her folded legs under her, as if this were going to help her against her mutinied subordinates. This was a twisted form of mutiny.

Both angry soldiers came staring at her, their stare boring right through her. They grabbed their naked Captain, restrained her arms on either side of her shaking head and began painfully slapping the small fullness of her tits!

“Aaaeee! Aaaeeee! Bù! Aa-aaaaheee!!!” was all Zhong was able to say as she started sobbing as her tits giggled wildly under the impulse of their slapping.

“So you’d have us shot instead of becoming a whore, eh?”

Zhong begged them to please stop this, but they were enraged.

“Captain Ma’am, we’re going to fuck you deep in the ass!”

“No! Please… Noo…”

What followed was a surreal scene where Zhong was put face first into the dust, on her knees and elbows with her butt protruding, and the first of those privates put his hands on her buttocks and spread them apart to gain easy access to her butthole. To say Zhong felt beyond humiliated was an understatement.

Zhong squealed like a lost soul as her sphincter was forced open and the victorious man groaned and shoved his prick deep into her rectum. Through some unexplainable act of mercy to his beautiful Captain, he had put some slobber on it before sodomizing her with unbridled rage.

And the lovely Captain groaned like a sow, her face sliding on the dirt as the Private hammered her mercilessly. It felt softer to have her sore cheek into the dirt, yet it was even more humiliating than the Indian jeep hood. This was because Zhong knew that the cock inside her was from her own men.

This anal rape was the most painful thing Zhong ever experienced. The man did his utmost to make the torture last as long as possible, but soon failed and let out an unrestrained scream of joy as he blew a huge load in her lower intestines. Sodomizing the company Captain was fun! What a revenge!

She would always look down on them with that air of “you say yes Ma’am when I order you around”. What was she now?

The second anal rape was even worse! Zhong felt she was about to die and wished it. She caught side of Xue amid her crowd of Indian “non-silent admirers” and envied her! They were forcing Xue to ride some fat old man, near the front of that jeep, and she was looking right at her and the Chinese line-up of male prisoners, two thirds of whom had owned their Major.

One of those turban-wearing thugs was even holding a 9-mm pistol and making Xue suck its barrel as she kept bouncing on the creepy old officer, who held her waist and looked like some depraved janitor fucking his pretty niece, except the niece wasn’t Hindu. Xue was supposed to be a field-rank officer in China’s communist army. The Indian army was giving a new meaning to the field part in Xue’s rank.

The lovely Major rode the naked officer while wearing an Indian officer’s peak-cap. And the male prisoners were catcalling Xue and watching her, not Zhong. Why did the men always look at her more? It wasn’t fair! Her own tits and butt were fuller! But they were so right in finding Xue beautiful in her debasement!

Xue’s up-and-down moving tits were the purest expression of flawless beauty and Zhong wanted them!

Instead of this, Zhong had to endure the excruciating agony with each stroke from the all-powerful private, who was an unfortunately long laster.

It took forever for him to get done, at which time Zhong was no longer the same Zhong as before.

“Please, Private! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy I beg you!” Zhong begged the third man.

“Not happening!” he replied in pure Mandarin, reminding her she was the butt-end of some mutiny joke.

And he also sodomized Zhong! What a lovely ass with full cheeks she had! The soldier loved every stroke he gave as her shrieks probably reached as far as the Chinese border and beyond. She was a branded Himalayan slut.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH… !!!”

“We had no idea the Captain could sign so high!” a soldier jested to the next kneeling man.

“This trip in Ladakh did much good to her voice, that’s for sure!”

“We ought to take a picture of this and send it to USA so they can copy it and put it inside fortune cookies!”

“I can’t believe I’m seeing this! Zhong is even more beautiful than I had imagined! We’re next and I can’t wait!”

“Well, I’d rather fuck Xue, but I’ll settle for Zhong rather than some Indian cow.”

Indeed, as soon as the third man had gone through his exploding delight, the teams were switched and the fresh soldiers who had just made remarks about their Captain’s ass and fortune cookies were turned loose on Zhong, all three of them!

“Please, rape my pussy! Or let me take you in my mouth! Please, I beg you!” the butt-hurt Captain asked.

They obliged her and found much enjoyment in using their cocks as battering rams to violate her pussy.

Zhong was pinned on her back with her wrists held together above her head while another man, a tall and strong athlete who had failed selection in the national wrestling team, lifted her hips off the ground and raped her like a champion, kneeling and leaning into her with her ankles resting on his shoulders.

“Say thanks that we aren’t sodomizing you, slut!” the man holding her hands commanded.

“Yes, yes! Th, thank you! Thank, y, you for just r, r, aping my p-p-pussy! I’m v-very grateful! Aaoohh! This is not allowed! NO! Aaahh-aaahh! Aa-aaaaahhh, Aaahhh! Not allowed! Hhaaaa…”

“Don’t mention it, bitch!” the rapist uttered amid his grunts just before he passed his edge and watched the giggling splendour of his Captain’s tits as he filled her up properly, just as if she were a civilian or some Western tourist he was raping.”

Captain Zhong had many other opportunities to say thanks as the next two men also took their pleasure inside her pussy.

The second enjoyed the fuck on top of her and she even wrapped her legs around him after he ordered her to do so. She also told him he was a great lover after he gave a command to that effect amid his heated grunting. Making Captain Zhong obey their commands was even more fun than the actual rape.

The lowly Corporal kissed his Captain before burying his face into her loose hair when his body became weightless and he screamed his savage joy…

“Aaahhhhh! CAPTAIN MA’AAAAAAAAAAAAAAM nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhh uuUUGGHH!!! OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh…”

Zhong took his rushing sludge where she “preferred”. She was bitterly crying.

The third soldier lay down on his back and ordered Zhong to ride her if she didn’t want to get sodomized again.

Soon enough, Zhong was riding his cock and the man was cupping her tits…

Zhong cried on as she deeply felt the obliteration of all military distance between her and the Private. There were no more ranks. Only a man making a woman whimper on top of him as her lovely pair of tits kept moving up and down in rhythm along with the unthinkable intercourse.

“Sweet Zhong, you would indeed make a lovely surprise inside an American fortune cookie!”

“D, don’t call m, me this, uh, I m, m, mean, th, thanks for just using m, my pussy… a-haaa! Aa-haaa aah-aaaahhh, uh, slow down, I, I, I mean yeah b, b, b, bounce me hard if if you ww wish, M, Master!”

“Aaahh yes! Yes! Yes! Sweet little Zhong! At last! We can f-fuck herrhhr uughhhhh! Aaaahhhhfff fuck-fortune cookie girhhlll!!!”

After the third man’s glorious flourish inside her, Zhong realized that there were seven men still waiting their turn!

The enemy Sergeants, Captain Chopra, the Colonel and a great number of other Indian onlookers pulled out their pistols or their knives. They made sure no prisoner tried something stupid as they freed up all seven men.

Zhong found herself surrounded by them! The Chinese PLA soldiers were ordered to strip naked by a Sergeant who spoke broken Mandarin.

The result was Zhong, with new juices inside her, got encircled inside a forest of seven cocks that belonged to soldiers from the very company she was in command of, but only on paper.

She was ordered to stand and bend over, and to ask them to “only” fuck her pussy, as the first man, a Sergeant she loathed, stood behind her with his cock stiffer than a bamboo stick used as a shinai for Japanese kendo.

The Sergeant played drums on her buttocks—his hands resonated through Zhong’s mind and furthered her sense of hopeless humiliation. She wished she were dead!

Then, he mercifully penetrated her pussy, without warning, with a loud, “Huuhhnn!” and she could tell he immensely loved this as he savagely raped her from behind, standing and using her full butt as fleshy cushions that he kept bumping for his grinning enjoyment, while other men held her arms and shoulders and kept slapping their cocks into her face, calling her their sweet and pretty Captain.

None in this squad would ever forget the sight of Zhong’s pale-bronze softness as her butt cheeks kept relentlessly bumping against the enlisted men, as if this was her sole purpose in life, to get slam-fucked by her soldiers. If the Party wasn’t so authoritarian, perhaps this wouldn’t be happening, but toppling the hierarchy felt so gloriously liberating!

When the naked Sergeant was done, the next man used her likewise, except he took her wrists and pulled her arms toward him for special leverage against her bouncing buttocks.

While this play was being nicely performed, the third man invaded her mouth and began to face-fuck his company commander and before long, he screamed his mind-boggling joy and flooded her mouth, then pulled out and shot one thick rope of Shanghai sauce that landed smack on her Beijing face.

Zhong still had a hard time believing this was happening as the man pulling her arms back began to yell and shout and he suddenly burst out inside her while uttering some loud “NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN” sound.

The naked PLA Captain fell to the ground. She sat with her legs folded, leaning on her side where she used her arm for support, semen spilling out of her pussy, where the last four men surrounded her with their hard cocks.

They all fell upon her and began to cover her with kisses and running their hands all over her! Within moments, no part of Zhong’s body was foreign to them.

One Corporal especially enjoyed the act of licking her feet—he had always dreamed of doing this and was always looking at her boots. He adored Zhong’s softer side in the form of her tender soles and the girly play of her small toes, which he sucked one by one.

It was a four-on-one melee of sensual retribution where soldiers did to their she-Captain many things they had thought of while masturbating. They still couldn’t wrap their commie heads around the fact it was happening for real.

The moving play got to Zhong, whose hands were mysteriously driven toward her soldiers’ cocks. She ended up on all fours and taken from behind with her mouth pleasuring the cock of a man who lay down on his back.

When the pillar twitched inside her mouth and the man growled, he ordered her to lick his cock and polish his helmet properly, which she did as the other soldier, the one who was fucking her doggystyle, got into a complete frenzy of butt tapping and soon gave Zhong his semen.

The lovely and exhausted officer was then laid down on her back and she was again instructed to wrap her legs around the next soldier and tell him how much she loved getting gang-fucked by her own troops and feeling their hard pricks inside her.

The foot-loving Corporal masturbated hard where Zhong crossed her ankles and he soon erupted and liberally coated her small feet with his hot offering. The man inside the wrap of her legs soon got blown—he sounded as if he had just been shot, and he indeed shot a liberating load.

Captain Chopra greatly enjoyed the show, standing with arms akimbo, watching both Xue and Zhong getting Indian- and Chinese-stuffed like spring rolls, while waves upon waves of bearded, turban-wearing men kept giving the four female Privates the true meaning of international relations.

Ding Fang, Chong Mei and Luo Qiao were all spread-eagled and staked at their wrists and ankles and took the endless supply of cocks with their eyes wide open with shock and bathed with the tears of their lost cherry.

Private Zhào Chun was in the same predicament, except they had left her legs free and kept ordering her in English to wrap those lovely legs around each one of her successive rapists, men from all ranks from the young recruits and all the way up to Colonels and even Generals, and then everything in between… Young, fat, ugly or handsome… Zhào Chun received the endless rolling fire. Her friends back home, Fade and Jan, would never believe her even if she told them about it, and she was never going to. Fade and Jan were safe and away, while she was the one to taste the bitter wrong end of being a soldier.

Zhào Chun felt very guilty because she had been fantasizing about it, but now it was for real. She wasn’t enjoying it at all.

The mission was a success beyond all hopes. Beijing was going to learn about the dozens Chinese prisoners and the butt-hurting defeat of its troops. The stakes had been high! An entire group of Colonels and Generals had come over from New Delhi for the possibility of female prisoners. Now that this possibility was fulfilled, Chopra’s career was smiling on the bright side while his brown face meant the worst nightmare for the enemy and their khaki-wearing women.

India was teaching these soldier-girls the rightful place of a woman in this world.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Word got around across the other companies in the battalion that Captain Chopra’s boys had captured several Chinese girls including two officers, and to top it all, the night was incredibly warm for these parts in late May—instead of the usual freezing chill, the air was just slightly cool and skin-caressing. It was just enough to get nipples a bit hard so they could leave a lasting imprint on a man’s face.

Xue was now bent over that jeep with a line-up of fat old men and young studs, all of them naked and waiting their second go inside her Beijing pussy. Bumping against her pale-almond butt was a pleasure to be renewed again and again.

Xue was surrounded by grinning brown faces wearing turbans and she knew she was screwed as a result of her fucked-up mission. When was she going to be freed? Not at least until tomorrow, and this felt like years ahead to her right now.

Those countless Indian hands still had a lot of time ahead to hold her hips and bang her.

From where her cheek kept roughly caressing the jeep hood, Xue saw two transport vehicles with many new men stepping off and she knew for sure that her ordeal was far from over. More unspent cocks! And Xue knew from experience now that some of them were just huge.

Zhong was covered with semen from her own boys. She was presently dragged until she lay between Luo Qiao and Ding Fang, both of them very busy under enemy soldiers whose pelvic thrusts were in outright fury. Luo Qiao sounded like a dying bird as she moaned out in great pain.

They found tent stakes for Zhong, and they tied up her wrists and ankles and there she was, a Captain of China’s finest, in the nude and spread-eagled with her hairy cunt open for the enemy’s Brahmanic enjoyment.

From where she was, Zhong was sometimes able to see Xue where she was kept at her former spot, bent over that jeep and repeatedly enjoyed by the lewd mob of turban-wearing men—a beacon of bright Chinese beauty amid a sea of Chutney-brown-faced rapists.

Zhong wished she could hold Xue in her arms and kiss her while New Dehli’s men kept lying down on top of her to crush her under their weight and hurt her more down there and force her body to their South Asian beat. They stank!

“This is what happens to sluts who think they can do a man’s job!” a man with the cruel eyes of a snake told her just after he gave her his load.

A group of Military Police had just got there and joined the celebrating crowd of soldiers. They had crates of beer, and it became a trend to shake bottles and give a beer shower to their lovely guests.

Xue felt that cold beer on her ass just before a big MP Sergeant speared her deep and taught her what it felt like to get raped by an Indian bearded bear from Madras.

He raped her so hard that the jeep was wobbling on its suspension and Xue screamed in agony as her panicked pussy stirred up a sparking orgasm in its wild attempt at survival, and then the loud MP Sergeant looked at the sky and had the whole jeep shaking as he climaxed inside the Chinese Major.

“Aaahhrrrrr! By Brahma! The mission is a success! Thank you for being such a great fuck, China doll!” he told Xue right at her ear as he exited her cum-drenched pussy, and then he lewdly licked her face and she felt the brush of his thick beard as it caressed her pretty face.

“Remember us, China doll!”

The next man was a returning customer, the same ugly General who had forced her to ride him. He was now having her from behind and she felt the clammy hug from his all-encompassing obese frame. She was fat-slammed and Indianized.

His fat jowls rippled with a life of their own when he shot his load with grunts that branded Xue’s soul forever.

He then smoked a cigar and drank a martini—prepared and brought to him by his gay steward—as he watched his boys have their way with this smug Chinese Major. It was always imperative to be especially unmerciful with the highest-ranking female among the prisoners and Xue was it.

***

Private Zhào Chun, with her pretty face and juicy assets, was a crowd favourite. An MP Sergeant with huge forearms from years of stick training took a beer and gave Zhào Chun’s face a bitter foamy shower that washed the accumulation of semen that graced her young-looking features.

She took the bitter shower with eyes closed and shaking her head amid loads of laughter as her right-now man shot his load inside her.

“Welcome to India, slut!” the MP Sergeant bellowed in English as he unzipped his uniform trousers and showed a jaw-dropping cock.

He knelt right at Zhào Chun’s face, which was bobbing from the strokes of her next rapist, and her entire field of vision was filled with that big brown cock of Indian might as the Sergeant kept its base in one of his big hammy hands.

“Ooh yeah, little pretty chink, this is all going inside you!”

Zhào Chun shook her head in despair, her round eyes begging and silently saying, “Not this! Not this!” but Zhào Chun knew this was pointless and no matter how horrified she felt, she was getting it. Those were the unwritten rules of engagement when female POWs were involved—those hapless females were gang-raped nine times out of ten.

Zhào Chun knew for a fact she was one of those usual nine out of ten.

“Do you know how pretty you look with Indian beer on your face?” the Sergeant jested as he drank the last of that beer he had half-emptied on her.

As soon as the turban-wearing soldier with a greying beard had growled his finish inside her, the big-handed MP Sergeant knelt between her untied legs and he lowered himself where he properly speared his huge toy inside Zhào Chun, straining hard in the process and making her scream as he distended her pussy and made himself at home. This was a tight fit.

He let out a loud, “Oaaahhh!” as he enjoyed every little fibre of that Chinese cunt he was violating just like he had dreamed of so often. Now it was reality and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

He remembered that time when he was just a little boy and a couple of Chinese tourists had been mocking him and calling him Mud Face—he had spotted and picked up a baby king cobra and thrown it at them! The tourists had cleared out of the snake’s way, but then, they had beaten him up and instilled a deep hatred of Chinese inside him forever. He got hurt from the beating, but he grew up and became enormously strong.

It was now with immense satisfaction that Sergeant Ivaan Bajwa lifted that little Chinese whore by the hips while remaining inside her and listening to the music of her pain as she howled and screamed… Revenge!

He began to pound her with her bum clear off the ground, holding her hips and driving her hard, impaling her with each of his invasive strokes.

“Feel it deep, plum-faced chink!” he uttered in English as he kept pounding her, wishing she were that female tourist who had taken part in the beating up of a child and laughed as the boy got hurt. This will teach them!

The Corporal in his squad kept tapping him on the shoulder. “Come on, Sergeant! Make this little Beijing slut feel India’s wrath! Come on! Show her who’s boss!”

Sergeant Bajwa was now sweating like a pig under his turban and his black beard, but he kept pounding Zhào Chun with all he had!

Holding her butt clear off the ground and power-raping her was priceless! The screaming Chinese private was relentlessly shaken like the sail of a lost ship when the kamikaze wind blew unrestrained over the sea. Her wrists were killing her where she was tied up at those stakes and she felt many hands on her legs that kept brushing the man’s flanks. Zhào Chun thought indeed of such a sea storm and her confusedly shaken mind made the blurry equation between being raped by a Japanese or an Indian.

Zhào Chun felt that a Japanese man would not have shaken her so hard and his cock would have been much smaller. She kept shrieking in agony as her tits were jiggling in a crazy dance amid waves of Indian jeers and laughter. More beer was poured, this time on those perky tits she was so proud of!

She was in deep pain and felt horrified, calling her dad’s name, yet she somehow knew that masturbating to this would be part of her healing process.

More beer got poured on her bouncing tits, as if to make sure she had something to be proud of. Getting those Chinese-brown nipples wet was so much fun, yet it crossed the mind of a soldier that what they were doing was pure evil. That soldier kept his thought for himself, and he would eventually go on to rape that same Chinese soldier no less than twice.

Sergeant Ivaan Bajwa screamed his loud victory and Zhào Chun felt his final twitching right down to her bones as the big man shook convulsively, his face twisted in what looked like a mix of hatred and joy and his eyebrows were raised toward his turban as he exploded inside her and savagely gripped her hips and pressed her cunt hard against him… and he emptied himself deep inside Zhào Chun, his gigantic cock pushed in as close as possible to her womb.

“Now, chink! I just got you with an Indian baby!”

With such spirited parting words, Sergeant Bajwa left his spot to the Corporal, who proceeded to further Zhào Chun’s tour of ground-sliding duty in what turned out an epic attempt to surpass the savagery displayed by the Sergeant, with the rest of the jeering squad behind and all waiting their turn.

Raping Chinese prisoners was so much fun! And the night was so unusually warm! Even the weather was an accomplice of evil.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Eight hours earlier…

Liú Xue was an up and coming reporter in Shanghai. At 24 years old, after studying journalism in a high-profile university in Switzerland, Xue was used to have the good fortune and the popularity, and was well on her way to become a news anchor, especially now that she was about to score a mega-scoop by capturing the China-India land-border dispute live in Eastern Ladakh.

“Did you see those two soldiers fall, Chang?” the rising-star reporter asked her gay cameraman.

“I did better. I captured it in my camera, little swan!”

“Then we’re rich! Thanks to those shepherds who showed us this vantage point. And now it’s about time to head back to civilisation, and please don’t call me a little swan when we’re on the job.”

“No worries, little swan, but don’t you want to film some more of that melee between our boys and India’s before we leave this eagle’s nest?”

“Our boys! Do you know there are girls too in this battalion we see down there? There’s even a female Major who’s second-in-command, and she’s called Xue, just like me!”

“Well, then maybe we can come down and interview her!”

“Are you crazy? We may run into an Indian patrol and end up in an Indian military camp, as prisoners! We aren’t even supposed to be here! To them, we’re in India and our papers aren’t in order. But of course, this is China and always had been China. Wooaaw, this weather is so warm today!”

As she spoke, Liú Xue took off her bright yellow anorak and hung it on a nearby rock in the careless gesture of people who are well-off and don’t really understand the value of things.

She smiled at Chang and gave him a nice three-quarter profile view on her torso, where the shapes of her perky, high-riding boobs stood out nicely beneath her tight-fitting sweater, which she also removed, knowing full well that showing herself in only her tank-top in front of her gay friend was as harmless as watching a butterfly.

Xue was a gold-digging bitch who felt no man below the financial elite ought to see her in anything less than the jacket she usually wore to work in her trendy office. She hated going to those remote parts and couldn’t wait to be back in the big town where she was now going to rise to journalistic stardom with her big-time scoop.

“I’m short and small, but I’m smart and I’m a big-town girl!” Xue smugly thought. She was growing concerned with her ego problem, but she found it difficult to add a zest of humility to her cocktail of high life.

“Did you forget the shepherds? They invited us to their home for a cup of tea,” Chang said in a jesting tone, as he knew full well his friend’s answer.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! If those gross men think I’m going to step into their filthy house so I can meet their wretched family members, Haa! Not going to happen in a hundred years! And did you see the way they were looking at me? I know you’re gay, but come on, it was plain as d…”

“I saw it all right, and maybe you’d secretly enjoy becoming a tramp for this poor father and his son! Just for one n…”

“You mean, their little swan! Ha! Ha! Ha! Maybe in their dreams! But no thanks, we’re now going to carefully climb down from this eagle’s nest as you so aptly call it, and now that we’ve got all we need in your cam, it will be up to me to write a good story! Let’s go! Oohh, my coat! My coat…”

A hard gust of wayward wind had got hold of Xue’s anorak and it was blown away from the high vantage point, making a wonderful sight under the bright blue sky. The sun made it radiant, like a bright kite, except it was losing altitude and gambolling gracefully in mid-air, under Xue’s powerless eyes.

“Well, it won’t be too much of a detour to go and fetch it. Chang, you’d be a sweat heart to go and fetch it for me. I’ll go down to the trail and get the jeep. I’ll go pick you up, don’t worry, but I’ll keep the camera now.”

“Come on! Let it be, what’s an anorak to you? I know it’s from Switzerland, but…”

“But I was wearing it over there when I interviewed Martina Hingis! We must get it back! We MUST!”

“Well, then, all right, you win! I’ll go get it, but then, tonight you let me kiss your ass!”

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Let’s get down this cliff and then let’s get out of this shit hole in the middle of nowhere!” Xue cackled as she kissed her cameraman’s cheek and took the camera from him.

The ass-kissing thing was a running gag between the long-time friends. Xue knew and Chang himself knew that he wasn’t interested in kissing Xue anywhere other than the friendly zone on her cheek, no matter how pretty Xue was, and she was indeed a cutie, the delicate Shanghai version.

She was a pretty sight with her long, flowing hair of mystery night, now shimmering like a daydream under the sun as she climbed down just as gracefully as her petite figure, with the rocks and dust almost noticing her lovely little feet encased in hiking boots she had bought for a fortune in Italy.

Liú Xue hated life when things weren’t going exactly her way, and this gust of wind that carried her precious Swiss anorak had ruined her otherwise perfect day. She did not read Dante where he speaks of Inferno’s fifth circle and the angry souls who did not enjoy the sun when they were in its light.

As soon as she got at the bottom of the cliff, she swiftly walked the trail and was soon near the spot where her Jeep Wrangler was waiting. It was bright red and conspicuous.

She hopped in, put her backpack on the backseat and set her delicate hands on the wheel, strangely wondering what Chang’s cock would taste like, but gently shaking her head and laughing as she dismissed the weird thought—even if she wanted to do this, Chang wouldn’t let her.

As she just sat and relaxed, she suddenly became aware of another vehicle that not only came her way, but stopped right at her front bumper, where she became trapped between that vehicle that turned out to be a large khaki jeep and trees, and then that large boulder right behind.

Men got off that jeep and Liú Xue saw they wore turbans and most of them were tall and broad-shouldered with dark beards, and most worrying, they had assault rifles!

One of them smashed the window broken with the butt of his rifle! “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” Xue screamed so loud she didn’t hear herself.

“Open the door!” the turban-wearing soldier barked, his eyes looking angrily at her from his leather-brown face—the large, powerful face of a man you’d hire for security.

As soon as Liú Xue obeyed and tried to ready herself to confront the men with that usual angry-professional tone she took when annoyed, she yelped with pain as her forearm was grabbed with a strength she had no idea any man could possess. She knew right there that something was very wrong.

The large man pulled her out of the red Jeep Wrangler and started to laugh as he held her wrists and flipped her around where she had her back to him and faced the other Indian soldiers.

The turban-wearing soldiers immediately whistled and catcalled at the lovely sight as she pointlessly fought to escape and unwillingly gave an amazing show—the perky shapes of her breasts seemed to try to push their way out of her dark-blue tank-top as she angrily writhed in the big man’s vice grip. Her arms were pale and bright under the sun, letting everyone know how pale her tits had to be.

His large smiling face was all too visible behind and above hers since the top of her head came a bit lower than his black-bearded chin.

“Let me go, you ape!” she yapped in Chinese, then, “I’m a journalist!” she added in her Shanghai-flavoured English. “I’m a journalist!”

“Well, well, well well well! Look what we have here! I lovely little China fuck doll!”

“I’m a journalist! Your superiors will break you when they learn about this!”

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Did you hear the lady? Our superiors will be angry at us for finding such a fine piece of pussy!”

Xue was literally drowned under their laughter as the other soldiers – four of them – joined their leader in making fun of her.

Liú Xue didn’t like the way the situation was degenerating. She looked all around her with lost eyes, hoping to see someone or something that would get her out of there. She had always felt she was among the fortunate who had everything going for them, so she felt very mortified to be powerless with her arms twisted behind her and hurting where this Indian brute was holding her wrists.

“Let me go! Let me go!!!”

“Sorry little sweet-faced chink! We don’t speak Chinese!”

“Hey, is this a Rolex?” said a Corporal—Xue noticed the two chevrons on his field uniform—as he looked behind her at her left wrist.

There was a painful pull at that wrist and she yelped, “aaaOOUUWW!!!”

The leader now had her watch and gave it to the Corporal.

“It’s a Rolex all right!” the bearded man said.

“It’s fake!” Liú Xue lied.

“I think we have a gold-digger bitch here! I bet her filthy-rich boyfriend is somewhere in a massage parlour having a great fuck while she’s away! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

“Well, the gold-digger chink will get her share of fucking today, that’s for sure!” said a soldier who almost fired a celebratory shot in the air, but he stopped himself just in time, and clicked the safety back on, when was met with a “Don’t do this!” stare from his Lieutenant.

Liú Xue kept writhing and trying to stomp her little hiking boots on the man’s robust field boots, but the man just strained a bit more and basked in the sounds of her squealing while every man started to bark at her, calling her a Chinese bitch.

“Yap! Yap! Yap! Chinese bitch wants big Indian sticks! Yap! Yap!”

A second jeep pulled into sight on the bumpy trail and climbed the steep hill to the fun spot.

Liú Xue’s sight was blurred by a veil of tears as she realized she wasn’t going to lose her virginity at her wedding as she had planned, but right here and there in this shit place in the middle of nowhere… and to shit-brown-faced Indians!

“Aaahh aaahhhh noo! Please! I have money I’ll pay you it’s a real Rolex I lied, please! Let me get married! Let me get married! Aaa Aaaahhh aaaaaaahhh…”

“We told you, yellow-face slut, we don’t speak your plum-face language! Now girl, down on the ground and get your face in the dirt! ‘cause that’s your place!”

On those rapidly spoken words of Hindi-accented English, the thickly built officer brutally shoved Liú Xue down on the ground while tripping her feet and she yelped in a high-pitched cry as she hit the hard ground amid the jeering laughter of her captors, who started getting rid of their gear and loosening up for the upcoming action.

Xue saw their terribly white teeth as the dark-bearded Indians smiled at her.

The officer had already got rid of his magazines, gun-belt and canteen, which the youngest soldier placed near the collective pile of gears and weapons he was on duty to watch.

Then, the large turban-wearing officer literally crushed the petite Chinese reporter under his massive frame where she lay—painfully—flat on her stomach.

“Now, little chink, now!” he uttered between his clenched teeth as he felt the nice cushions of her bum against his stiffening erection. He rose himself where he contemplated the round, soft shapes of those buns through her light khaki trousers. She was crying and still wriggling under him, only making her curves look sexier.

With a loud grunt of animalistic fury, he pulled Liú Xue’s khakis down and caught sight of her pastel-purple underwear!

The shapes of her butt cheeks caused his cock to push the distended front of his combat fatigues as he realized he was really going to rape her, and everything became timeless, like in a dream, as he grabbed those panties and his loud yell of victory became one with her shriek, “Bùxíng! (No, not OK!)” as he ripped her panties off!

The pristine softness of her bottom was suddenly right there with her bum crack, screaming its pale beauty for all men around her. Xue was bitterly sobbing and crying, “Bùxíng! Bùxíng! …”

“Oohh, by the sacred cows! This is gonna be good!”

“Let’s go, Sir! By order of ranks!”

Lieutenant Rakesh Gandhi was beside himself with lust! As soon as he had seen her sweet-lovable face and the splendour of her long dark hair, he had known he was going to rape her like that, urgently, with her face in the dust.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH AAAAAAAAHH I WANNA GET MARRIEEED AAAHH AAAA NHAAA HHH AAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…”

“Shut up and enjoy, Chinese slut! Aaahhrrrrrrrrr!!!”

The turban-wearing Lieutenant had already unzipped his trousers and let out his Brahmanic pillar of fury. He was now straining it against her tight entrance as Liú Xue was shrieking her life out because he was pushing and pushing without any lubricant against her unprepared pussy.

“Aah I-mmm gonna ggive you som’thing to rememb’r-RRHH RRRHRHHH… Aaaahhrr Go! Go! Go! Hnrrrr rrrrrr!!!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA… 停止！停止！停止！停止！Tíngzhǐ! Tíngzhǐ! Tíngzhǐ! Tíngzhǐ!” (Tíngzhǐ = Stop)

“Come on, Lieutenant! Give it to her! Teach her the hard way!”

“Let her know that this ground belongs to India!”

“In-dia! In-dia! In-dia! In-dia! In-dia!” the men began to chant, their cocks hard and eagerly waiting their turn to rape this lovely piece of cheap Chinese pussy.

The soldiers had formed a small circle around the unthinkable scene where the huge officer was on top of the Chinese journalist, who lay flat on her stomach and was barely able to breathe, yet she kept screaming and begging as her pussy exploded in pain from the big man’s brutal efforts.

Something inside Xue tore and gave way and she heard her rapist’s exploding yell of triumph as he penetrated her full blast and immediately started pounding her with all he had, supporting his weight on his elbows and cupping her tits through her tank-top as he began sweating on her silky hair.

She was shaken and crushed under him, in deep pain and spiritually flattened by the loss of her virginity. She kept hearing his loud grunts as he ravaged her with all he had.

“Bùxíng! Bùxíng! AAAHH AAAAAAAA AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa nnnhaaaaaaa aaaaAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!! Bùxíng! Bùxíng! Bùxíng! Aaaahaaa aaaa….” (Bùxíng! = No, not OK!)

Xue kept shrieking and wailing under the grunting delight of Rakesh, who quickly reached his climax and filled the place with his unspeakable scream of glory as the lovely journalist and rich man’s daughter, now pants down amid Indian soldiers, received her first load of Indian delicacy.

Rakesh enjoyed every drop of his exploding eruption inside the smug chink. He loved the brightness of her skin against her dark-blue top. He felt raping her clothed wasn’t that bad of an idea and he knew he could rely on his men to undress her in the very near future. He really looked forward to see those tits he had kept cupped in his hands the whole time of the heated exchange.

His ejaculation left him panting, inches above Xue’s hair. He kissed the top of her head and left her in silent shock as she tried to understand what just happened.

The Corporal was already on top of her and he strained against her suffering entrance before she could put any sense in the tragedy that was taking place.

***

Chang heard Liú Xue’s pitiful screams and he knew what was happening long before he saw the dismal scene.

He was walking with his hands up in the air, between two grinning soldiers pointing their rifles at him. One of the soldiers was holding Xue’s yellow anorak.

As soon as he was at the scene, Chang was brutally shoved where he tripped and fell down, and the pair of soldiers began kicking him in the sides and striking his face with held-back hits from their rifle butts. They put just enough force to make him bleed a little.

All this time, Liú Xue was shrieking as her pussy got brutally deflowered by the Corporal, who kept happily bumping against her buttocks with the journalist from the big city looking ridiculously small under his powerful strokes.

He soon lost it and exploded inside her.

The next man followed, just as heavy and bearded as the Corporal, except he looked a bit older. This third turban head confirmed Liú Xue’s defilement with brutal strokes of his own.

It was a brutal, silent rape where the soldiers made their statement with loud grunts as the rich journalist from Shanghai learned that the world didn’t always turn the way she wanted.

The fourth man wanted to see what was hiding under her clothes.

“Hey, boys, don’t you think it’s time to strip the little bitch naked?” he said.

“Yeah! Let’s see how brown her nipples are!”

Grinning, his bearded mates helped him in flipping the sobbing girl around.

Lieutenant Rakesh was smiling a mile wide as he enjoyed the show and began masturbating, his cock still out of his suddenly undisciplined uniform.

A young computer-savvy soldier was filming her exploits with Xue’s camera, making footage that could be entitled “Chinese Slut Gets Railed By Indian Army Studs”.

Liú Xue was bitterly sobbing and feebly yelling “Bùxíng! Bùxíng…”

Once the little beauty was on her back, they proceeded to shred her dark tank-top and her bra, taking stock of her softly jiggling tits that looked like flattened hills of pale-bronze—so bright with nipples so brown under the sun!

They avidly plunged on those treasures and a fought nearly broke out as their turbans collided and they jockeyed for position as they licked her tits and gave ample strokes of their tongues to her softly yielding flesh as she bitterly cried and wailed and begged them to stop.

“停止！停止！停止！停止！Tíngzhǐ! Tíngzhǐ! Tíngzhǐ! Tíngzhǐ!”

Liú Xue hated life! She couldn’t take it! Those men were slobbering her tits! They were not even Chinese!!! She wanted to disappear and hide her shame!

“We told you we don’t speak Chinese, bitch! Shut up and enjoy, Rolex slut!” Lieutenant Rakesh barked at her while he stripped himself naked and ordered two men to keep the male prisoner kneeling “where he could watch the Indian baptism of his girlfriend”.

Liú Xue had a burst of despaired energy! She wriggled and writhed in their hands like an electrocuted eel! Screaming, “Bù-xíng! Bù-xíng! Bùxíng—hh aaaaahaaa aaaaaaaaa…”

“Come on, little plum-face babe! Open your legs for us! We just want to rape your Chinese pussy!” said a soldier as he viciously pinched her chin in his mighty large hand and contemplated the distorted beauty of her protesting face.

She kept eel-writhing in their arms and her slobber-covered tits offered a lovely shimmer under the sun! It was a gorgeous afternoon.

Liú Xue kept her legs shut and glued together as she frantically writhed and looked like a human imitation of a noodle being fried in boiling oil. Her shrill screams reached out to the heavens, and echoed against the rocks and trees of this land that didn’t belong to China.

“Let the little trout tire herself out! She’s like a fish hooked on a line! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

“Come on, little pretty chink! Relax and enjoy the ride! I tell you what, I’m gonna be gentle with you if you lick my cock clean after! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

“Look at those tits! Not too small, not too big! She could be a movie star!”

“Bùxíng! Bùxíng!” Xue kept shrieking as her free-moving tits were forced to give a wide-open display for those Indian men, who kept grinning and jeering, unable to believe their luck.

Most of them were naked and masturbating as they watched their mates in the act of undoing her hiking boots and pulling her khaki trousers off her slender legs. She was so smoking hot!

Do what she will, Xue was getting exhausted. They began pinching her nipples and ordering her to open her legs. They took the time to pull off her hiking socks and she felt something profoundly erotic in spite of all the pain and horror as the breeze directly hit her sweaty feet and she felt their Indian gaze on them.

The fourth man punched her right in the groin and she screamed in pain, hit where her hairy cunt offered the sight of a lush black triangle, now pointlessly guarding a virtue that had already been thrice profaned.

She lost firmness where she was trying to keep her legs together, and they wrestled them open, and the fourth man immediately wedged himself between them.

He rose to his feet while staying between her legs, and the high-riding play of her freely offered tits became pointier and offered a magic show of moving brown nipples as she found herself half inverted as men held her legs tight, while that fourth man brutally invaded her pussy.

Liú Xue was raped that way, right beside her parked Jeep Wrangler with her arms flailing aimlessly on the ground on either side of her shaking head as she shrieked amid the silky blur of her dishevelled hair, under the loud, victorious grunts of the fourth man.

His bearded face was literally on fire with joy as he became intimate with each fibre of her tight pussy. Holding her thighs, he gave her his hardest strokes while his grinning mates helped him in keeping her in that head-down position with her head hanging and her tits jiggling so high and gorgeous on her pale chest!

Rakesh clapped his hands, applauding and approving his boys’ creativity. Raping the smug journalist with her head down was the humbling medicine she needed!

After the fourth man had dumped his load, Xue’s hairy cunt didn’t stay lonely.

The fifth man tried her out in that same position and raped her while smiling and nodding in approval. Yes, she was an amazing fuck!

Two minutes later, after much breast-jiggling, Bùxíng-yelling and arms-flailing from Xue, this fifth man let out a loud Brahmanic scream of delight as he exited her and flooded her pussy hair and her lower belly with a steaming load of Madras cream. Since she was nearly upside down, one thick dollop of that jism found its way to her face!

The big brown cock angrily spitting those shots of semen would always remain in Xue’s memory, and the rancid smell too.

Amid the laughter and jeers, the computer-savvy soldier immortalized Xue’s moment of glory using her own cam.

The last three men each raped Xue flat on the ground, their bearded face against her Shanghai-soft cheeks as she kept sobbing.

As the sun kept on its course to the west, Xue had ample leisure to get acquainted with the brush of an Indian beard against her cheek as each of those men filled her up and wished her a nice stay in India.

Eight men had taken their pleasure inside her. Xue lay panting, exhausted and expecting yet another man to cover her. Men were laughing and saying things in their native language. There was much joking around. She didn’t need to understand to know she was the butt of it.

Her life had been so wonderfully arranged with everything under control—brilliant studies in Switzerland without mingling with the locals, except for stars such as Martina Hingis, then her meteoritic rise to a high-profile job of reporter, helped by her father’s friends.

She was engaged to the son of a filthy-rich yacht builder. She had been keeping herself for him, the marriage being only six months away. And now… Now THIS. She had lost control. It hurts with a tragic thud when falling from such a high life.

***

Amid the exotic cackling and the manly laughter, there was a voice that sounded vaguely familiar to her. She looked up and was horrified! The shepherds! They had run or something, but they were right there, smiling at her as they enjoyed the sight of her in the nude.

That tall officer seemed to be inviting the father and son to go to her, which they soon did.

As the leather-faced father got undressed in a hurry, getting rid of clothes that would make a clean house smelly, he smiled at her with all his deep wrinkles and his missing teeth.

His gaze, those same eyes that had been undressing her when he was guiding her… They were now devouring her crudely exposed beauty.

But the most shocking was the size of his cock! It was still a bit soft, but it was already very impressive.

“Now, Rolex chink! Now you kneel and you lick his cock! Come on! On your knees, China baby doll!”

As he barked his commands, Rakesh grabbed and pulled her hair, giving Xue no other choice.

In spite of feeling sore all over, Xue was soon kneeling in front of the naked old man amid a loud concert of laughter with her gay cameraman also kneeling and watching her, as his long-time friend, in her debasing predicament. Chang was crying for her, albeit he greatly feared being raped himself and felt thankful that those men only had eyes for Xue.

Xue was now close to the ill-smelling shepherd. She felt she was about to throw up! His groin was unshaven, and there were flies in that smelly forest!

“Come on, gold-digging bitch! Lick his cock! Polish his helmet, or else we’ll shove a rifle right up your pretty little ass!”

Everything within her rebelled against the idea of any sort of contact with that smelly, disgusting man, but the notion of an Indian rifle sodomizing her didn’t cheer to her either, and it suddenly dawned upon her that those men could very well shoot her dead after.

Her odds of survival would likely get higher if she obeyed and showed them she could be of some use. But this was so mortifying! Maybe she’d be better off dead?

Fighting her revulsion, she moved her torso forward from where she knelt, and the tip of her tongue landed on the sickening softness of the shepherd’s cock as she instinctively put a hand on his upper thigh to keep her balance.

She cringed! but she bravely began stroking him, and she suddenly felt his hand on the top of her head as she gave more strokes to his meat and found a rhythm, and so it came to be that the sophisticated girl from a rich neighbourhood in Shanghai tongue-pleasured a humble shepherd from Ladakh.

His revolting grunts and the stench from his smegma-rich cock became Xue’s entire universe as she was ordered to lick on and obeyed.

Her bum crack and the charms of her little legs and feet sent a powerful erotic message to most of her onlookers, causing their spent dicks to begin stiffening again as they kept enjoying the beauty of her butt curves, the brightness of her pale-bronze skin and the black magic of her long hair, that the wind seemed to like playing with.

She kept pleasuring the grunting shepherd while his son looked on with his jaw dropped. His filthy trousers were down and he began to masturbate.

Wanting to fuck her since the very moment he had first seen her, the old shepherd moved his granite-hard erection away from her darting tongue and knelt beside her.

He ran his hands all over her naked body, fulfilling his secret daydream as he found that touching her everywhere felt even better than he had thought. Xue was weeping, enduring the ordeal silently as she knew resisting was futile and could mean a horribly painful death by sodomy from a rifle.

The old man had experience with women. He especially loved to run his hands around the contours of her butt, which he soon profusely kissed and licked, covering the paleness of her buns with his poor man’s slobber as he moved her around until she was on her elbows and knees, her bum beautiful and protruding, and the wrinkled shepherd smiling a mile wide where he knelt behind her!

Grinning soldiers held her in position for him too and enjoyed the added bonus of groping her bottom, her legs and the rest of her. This was so much fun!

The sixty-something shepherd relished the idea of raping so young a girl. This young Chinese girl from the big cities was going to feel very different from his age-appropriate wife. She was probably in her early 20s.

“Now, Rolex gold-digger! Enjoy your first cock from Ladakh! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

The old shepherd felt his life blossom into a new meaning as he pushed and strained against and inside her cunt, his hands resting on the spotless softness of her butt! It felt as if the ultimate purpose of his long life was finally fulfilled.

“Aahh-aaahhh! Bùxíng!” Xue yelped as the shepherd forcefully entered!

Chang watched with disbelief, horror and a touch of fascination as this old shepherd brought to reality the secret fantasy he had been harbouring right from the start. The air was filled with his unspeakable grunting as everybody watched silently.

He gave her long, ample strokes, grunting and feeling the way his fingers sank into the softness of her butt as he enjoyed the priceless moment, noting how curvy her slender buttocks looked against her tiny waist as he kept raping her as if he were 25 again.

A soldier was holding her wrists and caressing her hands, his face uncomfortably close to her as she kept whimpering from the relentless barrage given by the smiling old man.

“Oaah… Uugghh! Ugh! Ugh-ugh-ugh uugh, uu, UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHH nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhrr!!!”

After the sickening conclusion, the smiling old shepherd got up to his feet and left his spot to his son, who rushed at the naked journalist, grabbed her butt as he knelt and urgently punched himself inside her, making her scream as he began to rape her with no holds barred!

After what felt to Xue like long minutes of a heated barrage of deep and painfully hard strokes, the young shepherd felt disappointed it was already coming to an end… He looked up at the late-afternoon sky and screamed his bliss, as if thanking the heavens for this pure gift of joy, and his legs went wobbly and weightless as his cock took a life of its own and angrily spat shots of semen that equalized the social asymmetry between him and her.

The loud and long-winded, “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH…” from the shepherd son would haunt Xue forever.
Eight hours earlier…